I frown. “What do I have?”
She throws up her hands. “It boggles my mind that you and Maksim got to be dons just because you’re men. You’re both dumb as rocks. I should have been the one in charge.”
“I think you need to find a bedroom and sleep for a bit,” I say, trying to pry the champagne flute from her hand.
She holds it out of my reach and gestures towards Paige, who’s busy playing some sort of game with Ilya and a few of the other children.
“She’ll make a good mother,” she observes. “She’s a natural at it. I just hope you don’t make her hate you the way Mom ended up hating Otets.”
I hear Paige’s voice. I will not let you turn me into your mother.
“I will make sure she has everything,” I grit out. “She will be comfortable.”
Nikita sighs and drains her champagne flute, then drops
