“Are you in love with him?” Misha asks after we’ve been on the estate for almost six weeks. “Is he your boyfriend for real?”
“What?” I glance at my brother in surprise. We’re walking in the forest to minimize the chances of running into Esguerra, and up until this moment, we were discussing utterly innocuous subjects: Misha’s old school, his best friend Andrey, and the types of movies boys his age are into. This came out of nowhere. “Why do you ask?” I say cautiously.
Misha shrugs. “I don’t know. In the beginning, I thought maybe you were playing him so it would be easier for us to get away, but the more I see you two together, the less that seems to be the case.” He shoots me an indecipherable look. “Do you even want to leave?”
“Michael, I…” I take a breath, knowing I need to tread car
