Lance closed the door and looked around Yulia’s room. The last time he had been in here it had been full of boxes and Yulia had been practically trembling with repressed terror. He wondered if his presence here would elicit the same reaction now that they had made an “arrangement”.
Despite the undercurrent of threat and misery about the enclave, he found that he had actually enjoyed the morning. Yulia had obviously wanted to distract him, and had done so admirably. Her expressions and reactions whilst playing the childish game had amused him, although he had no idea what “Imi sare mustarul!” meant, but he could only assume it expressed annoyance as she crashed her cartoon characters into obstacles or drove then off of platforms.
He thought about his coll
