I don’t even mind so much that he’s forced to be here.
Man, I really need to make some friends.
“Why the hell am I here again?” Natalia demands as soon as I open the door.
“Good morning to you, too.”
She squints at me. “Seriously, Andrey—I was barely conscious before Shura was banging on my door, telling me I was ‘wanted’ at the manor.”
“Because you are. Follow me.”
I stride off, forcing her to hurry after me. We pass through the foyer and into the living room. French doors open directly to the garden. I ignore the zig-zagging stone path in favor of cutting across the freshly mowed lawn towards the pool house.
Natalia huffs along behind me, struggling to keep up. Somehow, she finds enough air to mutter under her breath all the way there.
“… ‘wanted at the manor’… like a dog… honest
