“Is that Tasha?” Vardano asked, almost choking me when the liquid stopped in my trachea.
“The fück! Where the hell are the twins?” I snapped.
Tasha was still dressed in her matching pink, silk shoulder rib-knit top and the shorts I put on her last night, walking in the direction of the house in her scuff slippers.
“I told you, teens are easily distracted.”
“Crap,” I muttered under my breath and jumped the height from the balcony to the ground.
My heart made a jolt of a weakening pulse to see her stop in her tracks looking surprised.
A smile brightened her face.
“Princess.”
She stirred her stumps, running towards my open arms.
Damn, those jiggling little t**s.
“Vilkas,” I was ready to catch her because I knew she’d jump at me.
“Fück, I miss your voice, Princess. I miss you so füc
