“Then I’ll just have to find another time to yell at him,” I mutter. “Let me know the moment he’s back.”
Judging by the look on Leonty’s face, he’s not going to tell me s**t. But I’m too tired from last night to insist. Instead, I make my way downstairs towards Misha’s room.
“You’re following me now?” I ask, when I realize that Leonty is shadowing me.
“Just going in the same direction,” he replies innocently.
I exchange a glance with Remi. “He thinks I was born yesterday.”
Leonty suppresses a smile. “How did you sleep?” He asks the question with a deceptively innocuous inflection that makes me twist around and jab a finger into his chest. “Ouch,” he complains.
“Don’t you dare tell Andrey anything about last night.”
“You’re the one who’s gonna be struggling if you tell Andrey anythin
