My stomach is in knots as I make my way to the main courtyard, where I hear Willow laughing and splashing in the pool. I feeleven worse knowing how much she adores Demyen. She doesn’t know the real reason why we’re here. She doesn’t know justhow dangerous our situation is.
No. Not ‘our’ situation. Just my situation.
Because, whatever Demyen may be, he’s a man of his word. I’ve never once seen him go back on a promise or break a deal.
If he says Willow is safe no matter what, I believe him.
And if he says I’m f****d, I believe him.
Today has turned into a clusterfuck.
I woke up feeling eager to do something good for a change. Not something with an ultimatum attached or some sort of quid proquo string dangling from it.
I took Willow out to breakfast at my favorite Russian teahouse. We
