She shakes her head. “He’s angry at me. He’s just not admitting it.”
“Leave the kid alone, Natalia—”
“He’s in pain, Andrey!” she snaps. “Maybe you can ignore it, but I can’t.”
I grimace. We’re off to a great f*****g start.
“Maybe I should speak to him.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “No offense, but you’re not exactly great with emotions. Or other humans.”
I fall back, biting down every snap and retort that’s circulating in my head. It’s amazing how, even now, she can push all my buttons.
She picks at the comforter, her lip curling. “Avoiding me, obviously.”
“Don’t be mad at her. She did the right thing by telling me where you were.”
“She should have done what I asked her to do without involving you.”
“So you could leave? Again?”
Remi’s looking up at her with those bright, brown ey
