27
Lucas
It’s after eight by the time I get home. To my relief, Yulia is calmly reading in her armchair when I step into the library.
“Sorry it took so long,” I say, approaching the chair to untie her. “You must be starved—not to mention, needing the restroom.”
She looks up at me, and I see that her eyes are slightly reddened, as if she’s been crying. She doesn’t say anything, but I don’t expect her to. I have a strong suspicion tonight’s dinner won’t be a particularly chatty affair.
Bending down, I untie her and help her out of the armchair, ignoring the way she stiffens at my touch.
“Come. It’s getting late.” Determined to maintain control of my temper, I lead her to the bathroom.
I wait as Yulia uses the restroom, and then I bring her to the kitchen. I was hoping she’d make dinne
