Yaroslava's POV
The man walked over to the sink, leaving the coffee cup there, and sat down at the table opposite me. I couldn't stand the werewolf's curious gaze, so I turned to get the teapot. My hands were still clenched with nervousness, and the teapot fell to the granite floor, shattering into pieces.
“s**t!”
I knelt down and tried to pick up the pieces.
Of course, this time, my luck had run out.
I cut my finger in the first second, before I could even pick anything up.
“s**t!” I said in another outrage.
A weary sigh came from Jan's side. The man immediately got up from his seat and leaned down beside me, crossing the distance between us.
“What else is wro
