Forty-Seven
Seeming disappointed that his Goddaughter wouldn’t be able to make it to the wedding, Hans contacted her out of concern. Though her father, an old childhood friend of his named August Dalhurst, was long gone, Hans dutifully checked in on her and her grandfather in Russia twice a month. Finding out that her fiancé was nothing more than a spy for a rival family, Hans eagerly listened as the young woman reiterated how she’d taken care of business. “I’m so proud of you,” he preened, knowing that she’d inherited her father’s love of violence. Her face on the video call scrunched up, “Spasibo, Krestnyy otets. What is my sister-in-law like?” “She’s perfect for him, Xena. From her temper to her brutality, Amber is perfect for this life. I really can’t wait for you to meet her and the children,”
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