Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“That was intentional,” Nikko says with a smirk.
Lydia shakes her head, clearly judging Nikko. She doesn’t know the half of it.
And look how they turned out.
At least by now, she hasn’t demanded she have distance and stormed out on me, but it seems like she’s one step away from doing exactly that.
We pull up outside her home. I know it well, as our family didn’t move away from this city until my father began planting roots in The Cove. This was where her family grew up, though. What’s familiar to her.
I know the front yard is where she’d sit when her father was on her case and she needed some space. There’s a bench made of stone a good distance from the front of the house, so she could come out and be left alone for a while. Her mother’s made some nice homey adjustments since her father left because when he was home, he didn’t care for what he’d call “frivolity.”
Quite something coming from a man who had a different mistress in every major city in both America and Russia.
But I do know her little haunts in this home. She had a small area in the unfinished basement, complete with concrete floors, where she’d strike one match after another after another until her father came home or her mother caught her. They’d both stop her, but with different responses. Her mother would beg to know why, and her father would rage, throwing and breaking things, occasionally striking her.
He didn’t need to ask why. He largely was the reason why.
And way down by the creek, there was a small access point to a local state park with camping and picnic areas. She would sometimes sneak down there and make good use of the grilling stations. She never cooked food, of course.
Lydia opens the door to the car and slams it shut behind her.
“Lydia.” I don’t want her storming ahead of me or doing something rash. She looks over her shoulder at me, her lips pursed.
“What?”
“Wait for me.”
“Why don’t you follow me?” she tosses back defiantly. A brisk wind kicks up, reminding me of the lonely, stark moors we’ve both read about in Wuthering Heights. I realize our relationship—tumultuous, marked by passion and intensity—is not unlike theirs. Like Catherine, my Lydia almost married the wrong man.
I’m the one who knows her.
I’m the one who loves her.
I’m the one who would lay down his life for her.
Then why don’t I love her enough to trust her? To give her the smallest measure of freedom? I tell myself it isn’t Lydia I don’t trust, but our enemies…
“Leave me alone, Viktor. I need some time,” she says when I reach her. “I want to talk to my mother and my sister. Can I do that in privacy? You’ll be right here. No one’s going to swoop in and kidnap me here, right?”
I shrug. “I have no fucking idea. All I know is that you have a target on your back, and there isn’t any place too low for that asshole to stoop.”
Vera rings the bell at the front door. There’s no answer.
“That’s strange,” she says thoughtfully, biting her lip before knocking. “I had a key, but it isn’t working. Mom must’ve changed the locks.”
“A good idea with Yudin on the loose,” Nikko says.
“Yeah, but wouldn’t she tell me?”
Nikko and I meet each other’s eyes. He draws his gun. I prefer my fists in situations like this. Together, we make a good team, though.
I put Lydia behind me. She frowns, her jaw clenched, but even she can’t hide the fear in her eyes. She texts her mom.
A few minutes later, there’s the light sound of footsteps. We can’t see anything as the windows are too high up, even for me and Nikko, but a moment later, we hear a series of locks being undone. We’re tense, but a moment later, Zofia Ivanova opens the door and stands, smiling at us.
“Mom, you scared us,” Vera says, shaking her head.
“Why?” Zofia asks, opening the door wider. “Come in, come in. I’m sorry if I haven’t been in touch. I’ve not been feeling well.” She looks over her shoulder. “Nikko, why are you holding a gun? Are you expecting someone to ambush you?”
Well… yes.
Lydia frowns at me. I only shrug as she leads us into the house. She embraces both girls, one at a time, holding them tight before she lets them go. .
“Nice to see you again, Nikko.” She gives him a big hug before she turns to me. “And you must be Viktor?”
She’s completely lost in my arms, she’s so little. I hug her back and wonder why she’s trembling. When I let her go, she turns her head and coughs into her arm.
“Oh, we have so much to chat about,” she says. “Please, let’s go to the living room.”