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“As soon as you have this baby, I will,” he drawled out, and their dynamics would be cute if they weren’t both stone-cold killers.

“I was out of your sight for only fifteen minutes,” she replied as she stopped to stand in front of him.

“Fifteen fucking minutes too long,” he huffed as he reached for her.

Ignoring him, Aurora looked back at me.“Feel free to call me if you need anything, okay?”

“Uhm...maybe after you have the baby,” I muttered, afraid of Viktor Korolev more than I was her.

“Jesus,” he rushed out.“Finaly, someone who fucking gets it.”

Aurora just rolled her eyes again.“Let’s go before you begin irritating me again.”

Viktor didn’t say anything to that as he wrapped one of his arms around his wife, then escorted her from the library, and it was hard not to feel like I was trapped in some alternate universe where the Korolevs were normal people.Because, in this world, the Korolevs were far from normal.

Yeah, they weren’t normal at all.

Chapter 18

Kasimir~

Zoya was quiet, but I understood it.Aurora could be quite intimidating, even when she didn’t mean to.Not only did she disarm you with her beauty, but she always spoke confidently and directly, which also had a way of throwing people off.My sister-in-law spoke like she was the leader to all Marchettis and Korolevs, and so you listened, no matter who you were.

Plus, the doctor had also visited Zoya earlier, and though the news had been good as far as her physical state was concerned, she was still going through it emotionally and mentally.Luckily, Dr.Logan Miller had been astute enough to recognize the signs of depression without anyone having to say anything, so he’d left a psychiatric recommendation before leaving after her checkup.Of course, I was leaving that option up to Zoya, but from what I could see, it wouldn’t hurt for her to speak to someone.

We were also still at our condo in town, so that could be another reason why she was seemingly in thought.Refusing to allow anyone who wasn’t family into our home on Martin Street, I had driven Zoya into town to meet with Dr.Miller, and I’d seen no reason why we couldn’t stay to have dinner and give her a different choice of scenery for the night.

“Are you okay?”I finally asked as I watched Zoya pick at her dinner.

She looked at me from across the table, her hazel gaze bright.“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What’s the story behind why you sing at random?”

Since it was a compulsion that was never going to go away, I could understand why she wanted to know, but not even my family knew why I sang that song when I got angry.Granted, my mother probably had a fairly good idea of why, but since I was never angry around her, she hadn’t heard me sing that song in decades.It also wasn’t this great secret that my family thought that it was.Afraid of the answer, they just hadn’t ever asked me directly the way that Zoya was asking me now.