Katerina
It took Dmitriy longer to come back than I was expecting. So long, I was getting ready to drive myself there when I heard a knock on the door.
After glancing out the peephole to confirm it was Dmitriy, I threw the door open and exclaimed, “I was starting to think you forgot about it!”
He simply glanced away and grumbled, “Sorry, I had an unwelcome visitor.”
“No worries,” I replied while locking the house, then I asked, “Shall we get moving now?”
“Yeah,” he muttered before hastily walking down the stairs.
There was no missing the way Dmitriy was clenching his jaw, as we walked to Vlad’s training facility. In addition to that, his eyes looked glossy, making me wonder if he had recently shed some tears.
In an attempt to cheer him up, I locked my a
