She jumps out of bed and squares up with me, all fighting form and indignation. It’s hard to take her seriously in those pajamas, though. Strawberry-and-lemon printed sets don’t exactly strike fear in a man’s heart.
“I’m sorry—I don’t see how you can expect honesty from me when you give me nothing in return!”
“That’s not how this works, narushitel.”
“Of course not, because contrary to the bullshit you’re feeding me, I’m your hostage!” Her eyes flash as she takes an angry step towards me. “And I didn’t tell you about Lev’s visit because he was worried you’d be mad at him. I didn’t want to stir up s**t by tattling on him and I certainly wasn’t going to risk upsetting him.”
She’s breathing heavily. Apparently, my presence causes the exact opposite reaction to Lev’s.
Great—first, I was je
