“Save it.” I twist on my heel and resume striding in the direction of the restaurant. “Just stay out of sight, okay? She doesn’t know about you people yet.”
“‘Us people’?” Leonty repeats with amusement.
“My own personal boy band.”
I know I’m not being fair to Leonty or any of the others.
They’re not the ones ignoring me.
They’re not the ones using me for my body.
They’re not the ones treating me like a possession instead of a person.
In fact, all of them have been really sweet to me lately. Leonty is always kind no matter how snippy I get. Leif makes sure I have everything I need and then some. Olaf has taken to bringing me flowers in the morning for the vase I keep by my bedside. Even Anatoly has learned to smile at me like he means it, which, given where we started in the facial e
