“Completed long before yours,” he said. “And to anticipate your next question, I have the bitch’s done as well as a few others on standby.”
“Anatoly?”
He smiled. “He was my friend before he was yours.”
I chuckled at that. “I am aware. Now, anyway. He is missing.”
“Everett Church has him. That’s what I’ve heard.”
“It is what I’ve heard as well.”
“With the underground in disarray, and Toly still missing, I am going to say he gathered the prisoners that meant the most to him and ran. Everett anticipated this happening, and he was prepared. Of course, I don’t think he thought it would have come from the inside with his own son, but perhaps.”
“His son is not the monster he is,” I said. “At least, not the same kind of monster.”
Santino grunted.
“It has been nice to catch up with you,” I said, eyeing him. “I wish it were under better circumstances. Are you not afraid our parents will hear of your return?”
“I’m really fucking hoping they do.” A wicked glint lit up his eyes.
I nodded. “If it means they die, then I hope so as well.”
“That’s something I can drink to.”
Me fucking too.
“Did… Klaus talk to you?”Bianca ventured as we sat in her room later that evening. She was on the couch, and I was in the chair, the TV playing some comedy she had on. I’d brought her a dinner I’d made, and we both sat eating. I didn’t make it a habit to watch TV and eat, but she seemed comfortable, so I didn’t push it.
“I speak to Klaus daily,” I said, watching as she glanced at me nervously. “You will need to be more specific.”
She took another bite and chewed quickly. “I, um, he came to see me today.”
“I asked him to check on you.”
She bit her bottom lip. “H-He has a girlfriend?”
“He has… a situationship, but I suppose for all intents and purposes, he does have a woman he sees regularly that he cares deeply for.”
“Levin… does he know?”
I raised my brows at her question. “I believe he is aware.”
“You’re a really good cook,” she murmured, placing her plate on the glass coffee table in front of her.
I finished my food and set the plate next to hers.
“Thank you.”
“Did you teach Dominic how to cook? He’s a good cook, too.”
“I did not. Not really. When he was a small boy, he would sit and watch me if I cooked, but it was a rarity that I ever did such things. Anything he learned about the kitchen, he learned from Anna.”
We were both quiet again. She was upset over something. She wasn’t typically this quiet.
“What happened today that has you in this… mood?” I gestured to her.
She widened her blue eyes at me before looking away quickly.
