Liliana
I sat at the edge of the bed, biting my nails, waiting patiently for Mikhail to arrive.
After what seemed like eternity, the giant door made a creaking sound. Mikhail walked in, his face dark with rage. The way his jaw clenched, the dangerous glint in his eyes. I sensed something terrible was about to happen.
“Get dressed,” he commanded, his voice sharp like broken glass. “Now.”
“Mikhail, what's wrong?” I asked, standing slowly. My legs felt weak beneath me.
He turned to me, his eyes burning with something I couldn't name. “My aunt wants to meet you.”
The way he said it made my blood freeze. There was dread in his voice, fear even. And if Mikhail Volkov was afraid of something, then I should be terrified.
“Is that... bad?” I whispered.
He laughed, bitter and cold. “Everyt
