Page 44 of The Brat: Prequel

Aunty Savannah: He did something and that’s enough

Aunty Savannah: You have us, you know? All of us. You can come to us for help at ANY time. We’re here to talk, to listen, to share… A safe space. I swear.

Victoria: I know

Aunty Savannah: Ahh, that went right over your head, didn’t it? *sighs*

Aunty Savannah: Listen, don’t tell your uncles I said this, but if you want to prove yourself to them and refuse to lean on them for support…

Aunty Savannah: Then go to Lyanov

Aunty Savannah: Please?

Victoria: I will

Aunty Savannah: Good. That makes me feel better. I don’t blame you, but your safety is my priority

Aunty Savannah: There’s no denying the whack jobs in that society. They’re monsters. You can play with monsters, but I refuse to let you get bitten

Aunty Savannah: And listen, Conor will help out wherever/however you’ll let him, and without telling his brothers. (Don’t ask me how I know that.) If Lyanov and Conor are the only two you depend on, then that’s better than nothing.

Aunty Savannah:

Victoria:

NINETEEN

THE FUTURE MR. VASOV

*Victoria sends picture*

Victoria: OotD

Victoria: You’re so boring sometimes. Gahhhh. Why do you never answer?!!!!

Victoria: Do you know of a good place to grab bird’s milk cake in this area?

Maxim: Ignore the name, but Luigi’s in Chelsea. His wife’s from Moscow

TWENTY

HE’S MINE.

“Has Maxim asked to see her?”

My ears prick.

“Why would he?”

“Because she turned eighteen a while ago, Camille,” Inessa hisses.

Because my snooping has borne fruit, I cautiously lean against the door, hoping to hear more.

“And?”

“Father arranged my wedding on my birthday. Eoghan refuses to celebrate our anniversary on that day because he says it was stolen from me. Maxim Lyanov is the same ilk as Father…”

Bitch.