LILIANA
“What do you think you’re doing?” Alice shouts in alarm when I step into the kitchen with my tray after my breakfast. She takes it out of my hands.
“I need some fresh air, Alice. It’s too stifling in there especially with all of you treating me like some egg.”
“I don’t care, duska. Damian gave strict instructions to oversee your welfare.” She gives what I think are instructions in Russian to a cook standing and watching us. “Now, come darling, let’s go back to your room.”
“No. I’ll take one quick tour around the house and afterwards, I’ll head back inside. Promise.”
She squints her eyes to tell me she doesn’t believe but shrugs. “One tour and that’s it.”
I give her a grin in response and walk out of the kitchen. To my right is a door I’ve come to recognize too much due to my
