Geneva
It’s not a secret that I’ve never felt like I belong. Not even for a second in my entire existence until I met Demir Aslan and his little family, and I have yet to meet his overbearing grandmother.
It all makes me feel weirdly relaxed, protected, even if I an in the middle of a s**t storm of major proportions. A part of me hates that Demir is forced to stay away from his own child, another one knows that as long as the secret is safe with us, little Dzhan will also remain safe.
I have no idea when I drifted off to sleep, or when Demir threw a blanket over me and left me to rest, while he went to do his thing, whatever it is that he does while I rest. Probably sulk and stares outside the windows, ready to strangle every squirrel that dares to approach our territory.
My mind wande
