“True enough,” he chuckles. “I didn’t point that out, though. She still had the pen in her hand.”
“How did you stop her?”
“Anton did,” I say. “He pulled her off me and threw her in her room. After that, she barely acknowledged my presence. Which suited me just fine.”
“How about Yulian?” I ask. “Did she get along with him?”
“Marina didn’t really get along with anyone in Anton’s house. She and Yulian didn’t have much contact. I think he was wary of her. He kept his distance. He’s smarter than I give him credit for.”
“Do you think you’ll find her?” I ask softly.
He gives me a reassuring smile. “You’ve met Anton, haven’t you? The man always gets what he wants. You have nothing to worry about, Jessa.”
I hope to God he’s right.