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I point at the fridge, signaling that I only want to take out a drink. Sasha playfully rolls her eyes and tastes the stroganoff sauce. I look at my watch and frown. She has been cooking for almost two hours. I told her to look for quick and easy recipes, but she insisted on the recipe taught by her former nanny.
“Can I have a taste?” I ask while moving closer to her.
Sasha picks a spoon and points it at me, stopping me from getting close. "Do not cross the line," she warns.
"I just want to have a taste," I point out and step closer.
She pushes the tip of the spoon on my chest.I can kill you.Suddenly, those words return to me. I know there is nothing to worry about what she did, but it bothers me that she can thrust it against my chest.
“I’m only about to pour the sauce over the pasta. If you cross the line, we may end up not having dinner again,” Sasha tells me while withdrawing the spoon. She dips it into the sauce and hands it to me. “Here. But don’t cross the line.”
The doubt creeping into my head retreats after she gives me the sauce. Everything about her screams innocence. I shouldn't suspect her of having inner demons. Sasha is my angel, even if she's the daughter of the evil I want to eliminate.
“Yummy, right?” Sasha asks after I taste the sauce.
I nod and try to dig into the sauce again. Sasha quickly pushes me away, but I pull her close and cage her mouth with mine. She tries to resist me but gives in to my kisses as always. I reach for the stove and switch it off while I push her to the counter. But the oven sounds when I carry her to the counter.
“See? I told you not to cross the line,” Sasha giggles while pushing me away. She runs to the oven and takes out the meat pies. “Go back to the table, and we’ll have dinner as planned.”
She glares at me when I don’t move. I softly laugh while returning to the table. Sasha frowns when my phone rings. I raise the phone and say, “It’s Vigo.”
Shit!Sasha gives me a puzzled look. I hold the phone tight while searching for a reason to cover up my slip. Suddenly, she laughs and throws a carrot at me. "You almost scared me," Sasha follows the carrot with a leek.
I blow a sigh and laugh with her. “It’s Professor Mallows. Must be about your Uncle Vigo’s rent.”
I take the call and head out to the porch. I look back at Sasha and find her staring at the dishes with a worried face. I should be sorry, but I'm overjoyed instead. She knows that if any of her father's men know me, I will be in grave danger.
“Did you do it?” I ask Vigo.
I messaged him about finding a new place for Sasha and me. As much as I want to remain in this villa, we still need to leave. I must take Sasha away before Xerxes forces her to return and marry her to Dmitri Fador.
"I don't care wherever it is. Just make sure Xerxes doesn't find us until he's dead," I order Vigo.
“You know he’ll have the Fadors’ back,” Vigo reminds me. “They might still find you.”
“I’ll deal with the Fadors. Just find us the place," I frown and add, “After all, you’re super Uncle Vigo.”
Vigo laughs at the other end. “Jealous, huh?”
"We're getting married. If you can still slip away from Xerxes," I look at Sasha and add, "you walk her down the aisle. Also, buy her the best dress you can find."
Vigo’s laugh echoes with excitement. “You better be safe until then. I’ll have everything ready on that day, too.”
Sasha knocks on the door and points at her watch. I pretend to say goodbye to the professor and hang up. “Did Uncle Vigo do it?” Sasha asks when I enter. I grit my teeth and force a smile.
“Yup. Uncle Vigo's the hero again," I say with a frown "But we only have until the festival."
“We won’t be here anyway,” Sasha declares while pulling me to the dinner table.
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Sasha
“I’ve never seen a man eat six pirozhki,” I say while putting my head on Gabriel’s shoulder. “See what you could have missed?”
Gabriel hands me another can of beer, but I reject it. He puts the beer on the side of the bench. I giggle when he raises my legs and places them on his lap. My giggle turns into a joyful smile when he massages my feet.
“Somebody’s thankful for the pirozhki,” I tease.
