Vladimir
Groaning, I try to move, but I am getting held in place with a variety of arms and legs. Flashes of the night before appearing before my eyes, I can't help but smirk. Last night was wild. Ahmet has the best brothels; the females are strong.
Dragging a hand down my face as the uneasy feeling threatens to creep back. Acting big in front of Ahmet is one thing but in all honesty Lyra is a lot to deal with, she’s like a f*****g force of nature.
If I am honest, part of me admires the spirit Lyra has, even though another part of me hates her. I hate the way even though my father tries and fails to control her he still looks at her with pride. Even Ahmet still talks about her with a touch of lust, he thinks he is still going to take her as his Queen.
I laugh at the thought, my s
