Nikolai
“I can’t find Ava”
Those are the first words out of Kat's lips the moment I step into the living room.
Kat stands before me, hands fidgeting, face flushed with what I can only describe as worry as she delivers the news to me. Her husband stands a few steps away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks as he glances between Kat and me. His stance is guarded, like he is prepared to intervene at the first sight of trouble.
His brows furrows. He looks worried, probably by the idea of me lashing out at his wife as she speaks.
I almost laugh at the thought. As if I would willingly hurt Kat. She was my blood, and even though her words angered me in this moment, I would never willingly hurt her. She was family, after all, and I would never put her in harm's way.
“What do you
