Albert was either used to my sarcasm or I was the most pathetic captive in town. He didn’t even consider the possibility I was trying to escape, his eyes narrowing on the only dog in the building.
“What are you doing here? I thought you left to go kill people in Moscow.” My stomach tipped when I realized if Albert was here, Ronan probably was too. They’d left the house together. I wondered if they forgot the keys to the underworld and turned back for them.
“So you wait to do the things you are not supposed to after we leave?”
I frowned in thought. “Yeah. That sounds about right.” He grumbled something in Russian, and I pushed past him. “Now, excuse me. That escape plan didn’t go very well considering the solid cement floor, so I need to go think of another.”
I only took two steps out the door before his voice drew me to a pause.
“Mila.” The word was a low warning against my back. “You are bleeding.”
Glancing down, I saw a few drops of crimson on the snow and then closed my eyes. Albert had warned me to stay away from Khaos. Anxiety tightened my stomach at the thought something could happen to him because I didn’t listen.
“What happened?”
“I fell,” I said blandly.
“You fell.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Turn around.”
I hesitated, sawing my lip between my teeth. Albert loved the dogs, even though he was prejudiced about the idea of t
hem being fat and lazy. I could only hope he would understand and Khaos wouldn’t be punished.
Slowly, I turned and allowed Albert to push up my coat sleeve. I winced when he brushed the wound. He took in the bite mark on my wrist and sighed.
“I told you not to go near him, did I not?” The disappointment in his voice made my chest ache.
“He had something stuck in his paw,” I explained thickly. “I pulled it out. He didn’t mean to hurt me . . . He even let me pet him afterward.”
Albert shook his head. “You are lucky he did not take off fingers. The last man was not so lucky.”
I swallowed as I recalled seeing a guard with only three fingers on one hand. I liked all ten of mine right where they were, but it still wouldn’t have changed my mind about helping Khaos—especially now I’d gotten somewhere with him. He may look at me like he was doing me a favor by letting me pet him, but I knew he needed the attention. And dishing out affection was balm to my soul.
“Then you believe me? It was just a reflex. He didn’t mean to do it.”
“I believe you, but it does not change the fact you need stitches.” He sighed and released my arm. “Go to the house.”
“You won’t punish Khaos, will you?”
He gave me a long, significant look. “I will not.”
I trusted him, but Albert was suddenly not my concern. “Is Ronan here?”
“Da. In the house.”
The nervousness that twisted my gut manifested a flare of frustration. “Why of all days is this the one you had to return unexpectedly?” I asked. “Can’t a captive catch a break?”
His expression was dry. “Pavel hit a pothole and drove the car into the ditch.”
“Oh . . .” I could just imagine all the “fucks” Ronan had to say about the incident. “No one’s hurt, are they?”
“Nyet,” he answered, and then a small smile appeared. “Besides Pavel’s ego.”
Poor Pavel. Though I couldn’t focus on him for more than a second when the doubt intensified along with the throb in my wrist. While a part of me believed Ronan wouldn’t care about a little flesh wound, another told me Khaos might end up at the pound.