“Well, I’m on it, and so is Yulian.” I bite my lip, remembering the vicious fight they had after the shooting. “Even though heoccasionally forgets how to show it.”
“Wow. You’re the queen of euphemisms tonight, aren’t you?”
I hit her with a pillow. “Just promise me you’ll eat something. And sleep.”
“Can I cross my fingers behind my back?”
“Now that you’ve told me, no.”
I throw another pillow. “I’m heating up some more mac and cheese.”
“Nooo,” she whines. “I can’t eat that. I’ll throw it all up.”
“Fine, you can have a smoothie. But I’m adding nutrients.”
“Make it strawberry, and we’ve got a deal. And I get to pry into your life, too.”
Reluctantly, I accept the terms.
Within a few minutes, Nikita is sipping her smoothie. “So?” She blinks up at me with the fakest do
