Lyra
As I hang up the phone, my heart is heavy with the fact he wants me. I have things to do. I don't have time for all this s**t. Deciding to put Maddox at the back of my mind and concentrate on royally f*****g my father and brother up. The knock at the door draws me back to the here and now. Looking down, I tied my robe before opening the door to a pissed-off-looking Nickoli.
“Nickoli,” I say as he hands me the phone in his hand,
“It is for you,” he says in Russian before walking away.
“Lyra, you better answer me.” My father growls down the phone in Russian. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.
“Yes Papa, what is it?” I say it in English as I know he hates speaking it.
“What is it? What is it?” He roars down the phone. I have to cover my mouth as I laugh at his r
