THERESA
“Come, koshechka.” Kolya’s voice was gentle as he tugged on my hand, pulling me down the hall. I followed him without question.
When we reached Tyce’s office, Kolya pushed the door open and gently guided me inside. He led me to a chair already waiting for me and pulled another close, settling beside me. His fingers intertwined with mine in a grip that was firm yet soothing, grounding me in a way that only he could.
The air in the room was heavy.
Tyce stood behind his desk with crossed arms and a face set in a hard line. It was rare to see him this serious. Even in the worst situations, my brother usually had some smartass remark, some way to cut the tension. But now? There was nothing but cold, hard vibes staring back at me.
“Terri,” Kolya said in a careful but firm voice. “Th
