Must be nice.
RUSLAN: I need you to check in on Sergey more often. Make sure he has everything he needs.
VADIM: Your wish. My command.
That reply is a little too flippant to be sincere, but I decide to let it go. If throwing some snark my way is how he soothes his wounded ego, I’m willing to be generous.
Only because he’s my uncle.
Only because he held my father together after the accident.
I glance at Kirill, who’s busy running a red light. “Did you pick up my schedule for the next week like I asked?”
“Of course. It’s in the back with the rest of your files. I believe Ms. Carson color-coded everything for your convenience.”
I don’t like the suggestive lift in his tone when he says her name, but I let that go, too, still high from my eleventh-hour victory over Adrik. I shouldn’t be
