Trying to slip past Niko is like crawling through those laser trap scenes in spy movies, the kind that slice you if you touch them. Only, Niko doesn’t cut. He just tosses me over his shoulder and drops me back in bed like a sack of potatoes, then calmly leaves.
He’s not rough. Just...final.
After the second attempt, he locks the door behind him.
I’m stunned. And completely humiliated. All I can do is breathe and slap my hair out of my eyes, fuming. Was Aleksei serious with this? I get that he’s tired, but he owes me an explanation. He needs to talk to me.
I pace the room all day, calling Serena at least four times to complain. I’m not subtle about it anymore, even if talking to her is like announcing my problems with a megaphone. I need someone to say I’m not crazy. That this isn’t nor
