Yasha just arches a brow, his mouth pinched in an amused smile. “Hello to you, too.”
I lower my fists. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”
“I didn’t think I was. I’ve been standing out here since you creeped out of your bedroom. You should be more observant.”
I don’t have a snarky comeback for that. He’s right—if I’m going to live in this house, I have to pay attention.
“What time is it?” I turn in a circle until I see an intricate gold clock resting on a narrow table. Delicate flowers are painted on the face. It looks like an old granny clock. Nothing Ivan Pushkin would buy.
But I’m more surprised by the time.
“It’s not twelve midnight,” Yasha chuckles. “I’d be getting my beauty sleep if it was. Not all of us can afford to snooze the day away.”
I can’t afford it, either. Not usuall
