Jan's POV
I warned him not to get too comfortable with such obvious concern.
He didn't. And of course, after what I said, he tensed up even more. Yaroslava just smiled. Very affectionately and tenderly, no less affectionately, she brushed the invisible dust from his shoulders. Which only convinced me that my conclusions were correct.
“What?” she pretended to be surprised. “It's not my fault that for some time now our family has had an orphan inheritance. And since I'm here, and I can't take care of it, maybe you could?” she somehow suggested, but rather commanded, turning to him.
“I feel for you!” I sincerely turned to the White Wolf.
The boy was confused.
