So maybe, instead of the army, this is what he actually enjoys doing.
This danger-infested environment does seem to be more in line with his personality.
“Come on.” Maksim grabs my shoulders and pushes me in the opposite direction. “At least go grab something to eat so you won’t fall on your face. Even boring Yuri is on a break.”
“I guess I can take some time off.”
“Thank fuck. Go. Don’t come back for another hour.”
I salute, and he grins in such a charming way that I have no choice but to mirror it.
Once I’m out of his sight, I don’t go to the kitchen. One, Anna dislikes me. Two, Viktor will be a grumpy asshole and give me some type of chore. That guy has zero understanding of the concept of resting.
Three, and most importantly, I’ve been thinking about something ever since Maksim started getting me familiarized with all the players in this game.
Kirill might not have asked for my help, but I have a role to play. Besides, if he stays here, I have more chances to uncover his father’s involvement with my family’s massacre.
The main house is buzzing with people, servants, and a general grim atmosphere, but when I go upstairs, it’s the exact opposite.
The halls are silent, and a more nefarious energy reeks from the walls, growing the farther I go down the hall.
Once I arrive in front of the room I’ve come for, I stop and inhale a deep breath. That proves to be futile, though, since my heart rate picks up.
All of a sudden, the door opens, and I’m greeted by a hellion of a girl. Even though she looks more presentable in her black, lacy mourning dress and a veil that covers half her face, there’s no other word to describe Karina except for menacing.
“What do you want?” she asks with a psychopathic grin. “Oh, have you come to have your throat slit?”
“No,” I say bluntly. “But I did want to talk to you.”
“Oh, fuck off. Don’t you have to be that bastard Kirill’s shadow or something?” She’s about to slam the door in my face, but I jam a hand against it and force my way inside.
Her room is dark, all the curtains are drawn, and she has some satanic-like circle of candles in the right corner.
It smells like her, though. Something lavender-y and girly.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole? I’m gonna scream the whole house down, you fucking psycho! You’re going to be dead before you blink.”
“Is that so?”
She swallows, her throat moving up and down. “If you think I’m bluffing, try me. I swear to fuck I’m gonna have the guards skin you alive while I watch.”
“Funny you’d say that, because I could swear you don’t like it whenever people are around. That’s why you only have your meals in your room and even ask the maids to leave them in front of the door so you won’t have contact with them. It’s also why you ran away from the funeral without even showing your face.”
“That’s none of your business, you stupid fuck! I’m gonna have your balls for dinner tonight. We will see if you’ll continue using that tone then.”
“That won’t be possible, but here’s what might.” I pause until she starts tapping her heel on the floor, showing her lack of patience. “How about you support Kirill?”
“I’ll support him in Hell when he’s being burned for eternity.”
“You act like you can’t stand the sight of him, but really, he’s the only one who thought of you today. Not only did he ask the cook to send breakfast and lunch to your room, but he also specifically told your mother to leave you out of the proceedings. She didn’t listen, but his intention was there.”
Her lips purse, but there’s a subtle softness in the corners of her eyes.
So I was right. Karina acts like murdering Kirill is her life’s mission, but I often catch glimpses of her watching him from behind the curtain of her window like a creep.
She also makes sure to barge into his room every night to threaten him, but she no longer carries weapons.
He ends up hugging her, and she runs back to her room, cursing him all the way to Hell.