A woman’s angry yelling explodes in the foyer, pulling me out of my thoughts. All heads snap in that direction, but no one makes a move. I look at Jelena, who’s holding a fork in the air, halfway to her mouth.
“Drago went to get Tara,” she mumbles. “I guess she’s not happy.”
The shouting continues. I get up and dash across the dining room. When I reach the foyer, I find Drago heading toward the stairs, holding a screaming black-haired woman over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She’s hitting his back with her fists, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He lowers her down at the foot of the stairs and barks something I don’t catch.
“I don’t give a f**k,” she snaps in Serbian and pins me with her gaze. “I’m not spending a minute in the same house with her.”
Drago looks over his shoulder
