I slowly turned to Nikolai, who seemed frozen in his spot, his lashes lightly fluttering as he blinked slowly. He swallowed quietly, then tilted his head upwards, his eyes squinting.
"Is it that hard a question?" Chris asked, his eyes darting to me. "Or you don't want the little blondie to tell on you?"
"Am I supposed to take that as a threat?" Nikolai asked, his voice quiet yet deep, the sort of deep that distracted me from the rather strange question and his even weirder reaction to it.
"No, of course not. You have the sort of money that you can easily subdue him if you want. I am wondering why you haven't."
"Because I don't want to," Nikolai breathed, and I saw his fist clench. "He is my brother. There is no reason for me to hate him. I don't even know him enough to."
I swallowed,
