Lev POV
As Demitri and I make our way home, I let my mind wander over these past two weeks.
Orin delivered our belongings, and we have settled into a comfortable routine as a family.
We work overseeing our clubs in the mornings, and our men run things in the afternoon and evening so we can spend the majority of the time with our Vikson.
Life is good, almost too good. I keep waiting for something to happen, threatening it all.
As I shake off the thought, my cell phone rings; I smile, thinking it is Alice, as I pull it from my pocket.
That quickly fades when I see a number I haven’t had a call from in over a year.
My body tenses as it rings, and Demitri notices. I ignored him and hit the answer button, bringing the phone to my ear.
”Da, Alek,” I answered. Alek is Orin’s younger br
