Nicholas p.o.v.
When we finally reached the house, it was already dark. I'll not be able to return before dinner, Xenia will going to be worried...and pissed. That's all because of my absurd emotions, I wasted so much time mourning over a thing that happened thirteen years ago but couldn't help myself, going to a place like that rushed back all those emotions which I thought hadn't there anymore. Regret...anger, helplessness and worst; hatred...hate for myself and everyone and everything around me. Every emotion was the same as before as if it's just yesterday, I saw Samara burn alive in front of my eyes while I could do nothing but watch with wide-open eyes.
I took a deep breath, focus, I came here to talk politics, not for grieving. Unmounting from the saddle, I tied Poison with one
