Misha’s eyes tighten and his lip curls. “What did he say about me?”
“He mentioned that Nikolai might want you back.”
“But you don’t have to worry, Misha,” Natalia insists, grabbing his hand and tucking it in her lap. “We’re not going to let him come near you. You’re safe with us.”
But Misha’s not looking at her. His gaze is fixed on me.
“You haven’t been honest with us, have you, Misha?”
“Andrey!” Natalia blurts, narrowing her eyes at me. She whirls back to Misha. “It’s not that we don’t trust you. It’s just that—”
“Misha,” I interrupt, “I told you that, as far as I was concerned, you’re a Kuznetsov man now.”
He nods, his eyes fixed on the wall past my shoulder.
“I meant that. I still do.”
Natalia sidles a little closer to Misha, as though she might be able to shield him from thi
