RIA POV.
We got home just before sunset, the gates opened slowly and the first thing I noticed was the car parked outside the mansion.
Pink, not soft pink, not elegant pink, the aggressivelyneon pink, the kind that looked expensive and annoying at the same time. My steps slowed slightly as we entered the house. The living room lights were dim, golden against the black marble walls, and right there on the couch sat Elena Volkov.
Dimitri’s sister. One leg crossed over the other elegantly, a wine bottle resting beside her while a half-filled glass spun lazily between her fingers. She looked comfortable.
Too comfortable. “Dear brother,” she drawled without even looking up at first, “you still keep my favorite wine.”. Her red nails tapped lightly against the glass before she finally lifted
