Chapter One Hundred Five

Chapter One Hundred Five

Sephie

"How much work do you have today? Can we go for a walk or do you want me to drag one of the guys with me instead?" I asked Adrik as we were walking down the stairs.

"I will go with you, but you need a jacket," he said, stopping me from walking down another step. He pulled me back toward the bedroom once more to get the jacket that I hadn't thought about.

"I like where this is going too," I said, grinning at him. I heard him curse under his breath as we walked back up the stairs.

"You are not making this easy on me," he said, shaking his head.

Once downstairs, I realized that it'd been so long since we were at the house that there likely wasn't very much food there. "Can I send someone to get groceries?" I asked Adrik as we walked into the kitchen.

"You can do whatever you like, solnishko," he said, following me to the kitchen island.

"What about me cooking? Am I still banned from that? You guys said I was banned until I had use of both arms again." I held up my left arm. "I can use it again, so the ban should be lifted, right?"

He smiled at me. "Only if you let us help you," he said.

"Deal," I said, right as Stephen walked into the kitchen.

"What kind of deals are being made?" he asked.

"I can cook now as long as I let you guys help me," I announced.

"Oh, Viktor is going to be so happy. VIKTOR!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, which made me jump and laugh at the same time. All of the guys came rushing toward the kitchen like something was definitely wrong. Ivan and Andrei had their guns drawn, even. Stephen was standing there quietly waiting on them.

"What's wrong? What happened??" they all asked urgently once they saw Adrik and I in the kitchen as well.

"Sephie can cook again," Stephen said, his sly smile stretching across his face.

Viktor's deep belly laugh filled the kitchen as he walked over to me and picked me up in a bear hug. "This really is the best day ever," he said, spinning me around once.

"We have to help her, since she's still not 100 percent, but somehow I don't think anyone will mind," Stephen said.

"I'll do everything. Whatever it takes," Misha said. I couldn't stop smiling at how happy they were about this new development. I made a quick grocery list, handing it to Viktor. I knew this was one task he would happily take care of. Adrik announced that we were going for a walk and would be back shortly. Once we were outside and alone, he was still laughing at Viktor's reaction. "He really does love it love it when you cook for us," he said, shaking his head.

"Because it's his language," I said, grabbing Adrik's hand as we walked.

"What do you mean?"

"Viktor goes around quietly making sure we all have everything we need, that your schedule is always taken care of, that the building is secure, the vehicles are taken care of, food is ordered, he does everything. It's how he shows his love. Me cooking for you guys is that for him. It's the way I show my love for all of you, but it's his language. He understands it, without anyone having to say the words. The other guys love it too, just as you do, but for Viktor, it's silent recognition of everything he does for us returned back to him," I said.

"He does make sure everything and everyone is always taken care of. He's so good at it that sometimes I forget he does it all," Adrik said.

I smiled at his somewhat worried expression. "I don't think you should feel bad about that. That's what he wants. He wants it all to appear effortless and mostly it is because he's set the systems in place for it to be effortless."

Adrik cut his eyes over at me. "I think Trino is right. You know too much," he said, grinning at me.

"I can keep going," I said, my own grin stretching across my face.

"Please do. Your insights are always fascinating."

"It's also a replacement for the what ifs he's been plagued with ever since his wife and child were killed. He spends more time than he'll ever admit thinking about what could have been and the almost life he lived. In the beginning, it was painful to think about. Now, he's healed enough that it's more curiosity to think about what might have been. Coming home at the end of the day to a home-cooked meal helps him complete his vision for that almost life."

"Has he talked to you about this, solnishko?" Adrik asked.

"Nope. I didn't know about his wife and child until that night that they all found out I can't have kids. That's the only time he's mentioned her around me. I haven't asked either. I really do try not to pry in anyone's head, but I've picked up on a few times when he's been thinking about her. I pieced together the rest."

Adrik walked a few moments in silence. He was thoughtful about what I'd just told him. "Is he still bothered by it?" he asked.

"Not that I can tell. There's some understandable sadness there. I think that's why I pick up on it, but I don't feel like he's still struggling with it. I feel it's more like he tries not to think about it too much. I'm guessing he struggled with it when it first happened?"

Adrik nodded his head. "Yeah, I don't think you've ever seen Viktor get truly angry, but he almost lost his grip on sanity for a while there. He was consumed by revenge, which as you know eventually led to his landing himself in the Syrian prison. Honestly, it was a suicide mission for him. He didn't expect to live through it. We'd tried to talk him out of it. We thought we had talked him out of it, but he left in the middle of the night without a word to the rest of us. Ivan was pissed. It almost ruined their friendship completely. They had a few heated arguments after we got Viktor out," he said.

"Really?" I asked. Viktor and Ivan seemed very close. I couldn't imagine them ever fighting each other.

Adrik nodded. "Ivan knew that Viktor was trying to get himself killed. Like drug use, Ivan has very strong opinions on suicide. Very strong. He told Viktor if he ever thought about doing anything like that again to let him know. Ivan would put a bullet in his head for him instead of putting everyone else's life in danger."

"Savage. But also partly true."

"Ivan's never been in love though. He doesn't understand the hell that Viktor was in after having lost his wife and his unborn child. He's gotten closer to understanding it since you came into our lives. Ivan had a conversation with me about it shortly after we got back from Italy. He said he owed Viktor an apology because he was starting to understand how he felt after his wife was killed. He said what happened on the plane over, when you didn't recognize him and then when you were in your nightmare and kept yelling for me, then him, gave him a glimpse of what it was like to lose someone you love."

"I had no idea I had that much of a negative effect on him during all that," I said.

"Not just him. All of them. Even Stephen. I think it was the first time they all realized how much you mean to them and the first time they'd had to come to terms with the possibility of losing you. You were in so much pain that you probably didn't notice, but during the first few days when you were asleep more than not, they each went through hell. They would come in to check on you when you were asleep in just your shirt, on top of me. They all saw how badly you were hurt, but they couldn't do anything about it. This time was just as difficult for them, but they were able to help you much more. They were happy to move you, to let you sleep on them, to make food for you. It all helped them process the pain of thinking we'd lost you. I saw how much they doted on you. It helped them get through this time much easier than after the ball." He had stopped walking and was standing in front of me, his hands in the usual battle with my curls.

"That's why you're so sad that I'm able to do more stuff on my own again," I said. It all made sense now. He placed his warm palm against my cheek, his thumb rubbing lightly back and forth. He had a small smile on his lips as he looked in my eyes, like he was lost in them. "I will always need you, Adrik," I said firmly. His sexy smirk that I adored appeared on his face as he leaned down and kissed me gently, his palm still on my cheek. I smiled against his lips. "You regularly take my breath away with your kiss, but sometimes the sweet ones can completely turn my insides to goo," I said, shaking off the goosebumps he had caused.

"Noted," he said, laughing at my antics.

"Let's go back. I'm getting cold," I said. He grabbed my hand and turned to walk back to the house. "Nope," I said, stopping him. He turned to look at me, confused. "I'm the goddamn princess. I don't walk back to the house." I walked behind him, jumping on his back. He bounced me higher and kept a tight hold of my legs as he walked us back toward the house, clearly amused with me. I pushed my warmth to him as we walked, knowing he would know I was thinking about how much I loved him.

"Did you walk too far, spider monkey?" Andrei asked when he saw I hitched a ride back.

"Nope. She's the goddamn princess. She doesn't walk back to the house," Adrik said, laughing.

"Solid line of thinking, gazelle. You don't want to waste too much energy and not be able to cook later. I fully support this decision," Misha said, grinning at me.

"See? Misha gets it," I said, pointing at him as Adrik walked us by the couches. He walked to the kitchen, setting me down on the counter while he made coffee.

"This will help you warm up," he said, eventually handing me a warm cup of coffee.

"And make sure I have enough energy to cook," I said, grinning at him.

"I support this!" Misha yelled from the other room.

That evening, while I was making dinner for the first time in what felt like months, the guys were noticeably happier. Being at the house wasn't just good for me, it was good for all of them too. We were able to relax, away from everyone else. We didn't need to worry about being overheard during any conversation. The house staff was minimal and they were all gone by the end of the day. The guards outside stayed outside and they always stayed far enough away from us that they couldn't overhear our conversations when we were outside. It had become the spot where we could get away from everything going on and just be ourselves.

While the guys were excellent at their jobs, they needed downtime too. Where they didn't need to worry about some random person trying to get Adrik. Or me. No one knew about the house. I felt safe around the guys, but they felt safe at the house.

Viktor had brought his computer into the kitchen while I was cooking, but I made him put it away. "One night, Papa Bear. One night with no work. Or at least until dinner is over. You all need a break," I said, pulling the ingredients for dinner out of the refrigerator. He started to argue with me, but I made my eyes go dark and stared at him.

"I don't know how I feel about your demon eyes, sestrichka. I know you're just doing it to be a shit, but you do look scary," Viktor said, his deep belly laugh filling the kitchen.

"That's kind of the whole point, Viktor," I said in a very loud whisper, making him laugh even more. His loud laugh was one of my favorite sounds.

Adrik was close by, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed across his chest. Misha was helping me, Andrei was also close by, ready to jump in when I needed him. Ivan and Stephen were across the island, laughing and talking with Viktor. I caught myself looking at everyone and couldn't help the smile that stretched across my face. Adrik walked up behind me, kissing my neck softly. "What are you smiling about, solnishko?" he asked quietly.

"This really is the best day ever. We all needed this today," I said, turning toward him so I could look at him. He looked relaxed and happy as we all laughed and talked in the kitchen.

"We needed a reason to celebrate," he said, pressing his lips against mine gently.

They all talked more during dinner than they had in a while. It was obvious that they were all more relaxed than they had been since Ivan and I were taken. I knew the guys were stressed to see me hurt again, but I didn't realize just how stressed they'd been over it. We'd all had to deal with quite a lot over the last few weeks.

Later that night, once Adrik and I were alone, he brought it up as well. "I had us come here because I knew it would help you, but I think it helped all of us," he said, taking his shirt off and putting it on me for the night.

"You noticed too, huh?" I asked, watching him while he buttoned up his shirt on me.

He nodded his head. "You're lighter, but I think everyone is lighter too. I knew the guys were getting stressed, but I didn't realize just how stressed they were."

"They've been too busy babysitting me," I said, grinning up at him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him. "Don't apologize for that either. They would happily do it again. They like babysitting you more than pretty much anything else they have to do. You didn't hear the argument that happened when we made their rotation schedule after the meeting with Henry," he said, smirking at me.

"They argued? Why would they argue?" I asked.

"There's an odd number of them. There's an even number of hours in the day," he said, clearly still amused at the memory.

"Shut up."

"No, it's true. They argue like children sometimes," he said, laughing.

"I happen to love it about them. I always wanted to know what it was like to have brothers. Now I know," I said.

"You're biased though, solnishko," he said. "You love them no matter what. And it's usually you that they're fighting over. I sometimes have to remind them that you're mine."

I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't hold it in. It was just such a funny picture in my head to think about. "I don't want to cause problems between all of you," I said. While he was also amused at it, I never wanted him to feel like there was any reason to feel jealous. For any reason. He was becoming much more sensitive to my moods shifting, so he picked up on my worry right away as he looked into my eyes.

"It's not a problem, Sephie. You shouldn't worry. They're big boys. Mostly. Just as long as I get the most time with you, they can fight as much as they like," he said, his sexy smirk making me feel the warmth spread over my body.

"I love them all, but not like I love you, Adrik," I said. When I would think about how much I loved him, the warmth that spread through my body was a low-level rise in temperature. The warmth that was spreading over my body now was a raging inferno, but I knew it was mine and not coming from him. I inhaled sharply, looking up at him. I saw the surprise in his eyes, followed immediately by lust.

"Blink, love," he said. He was surprised to see my eyes go dark. I knew he could feel my warmth, but I wasn't sure he was feeling it at the level I was yet. I put my hands on his chest, trying to push the fire that was building inside me to him. I looked at him, chewing on my bottom lip.

"No."

He raised an eyebrow, but looked away. I knew he was struggling to control himself, especially since my eyes were dark. I put my fingers under his chin, forcing him to look at me again. "Sephie…" he said. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice. His hold on my waist was loosening, like he was fighting keeping me close and stepping away from me for fear of hurting me.

I smiled at him, trying to keep my eyes as dark as possible. He cursed under his breath. "I don't know if I can control myself, solnishko," he said.

"Then don't try," I said as I ran my hand up his chest to the back of his neck. I pulled him down to me, my lips crashing into his. I felt his hands slide under his shirt to my bare skin. His touch was leaving a trail of fire across my skin. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back either. While I was still wary of being able to catch my breath, I couldn't wait any longer.

His lips moved down my neck, making me moan quietly. "I've missed this so much, Sephie," he said. He ran his hands down my back to my ass, picking me up. I wrapped my legs tight around him. My lips found his once more. I started to unbutton his shirt I was wearing as he held me up. I was desperate to feel his skin against mine. I let his shirt fall to the floor, my arms clinging to him once again.

He walked us toward the bed. He leaned his head back, so he could look at me. "Are you sure about this, love?" he asked. I could tell my eyes were definitely still dark by the look in his eyes. Seeing how much he wanted me made me want him even more.

"Positive," I said. I wasn't sure I would be able to hold myself back at this point.

"You have to tell me if you have trouble catching your breath. I don't want to scare you and I don't want to hurt you," he said, still uncertain.

"You won't," I said against his lips. That was all he needed to hear. He quickly climbed on the bed with me still wrapped around him, so he was on top of me. His lips left a trail of fire down my neck, his hands burning my body with desire. I saw the look of satisfaction as he ripped my panties off. I couldn't help but laugh. "You've been waiting for that, haven't you?" I asked.

He groaned. "For so long," he said, kissing my stomach. I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his facial hair tickling my stomach. He sat up on his knees, his hands on the zipper of his pants. "Okay, last chance. You're really sure you're okay?" he asked.

I sat up in front of him, smiling at him. I knew he was worried he was going to scare me if I couldn't catch my breath again. I moved his hands out of the way, so I could unzip his pants, pushing them down as far as I could. I pushed him onto his back, so I could pull his pants all the way off. He sat up, pulling me into his lap. "This will help me keep control of myself," he said as his fingers ran lightly over my face, down my neck. "And I can see your eyes," he said, groaning when I tried to make them go darker. Clearly that worked.

He grabbed me, pulling me against him as tight as possible. His breath caught as I pushed my hips into his. He was using every bit of self-control that he had to go slowly as he slid inside me. I moaned loudly, completely lost in feeling him fill me up. I looked at him as I started to move my hips against him. I saw a flash of surprise as he looked into my eyes. "Keep looking at me," he said, almost like it was an order. I found myself oddly turned on by it.

His hands roamed over my body, still igniting a fire beneath them. He couldn't take his eyes away from mine. He was completely mesmerized by what he was seeing. I had no idea how much my eyes being dark would captivate him. I could feel myself building, getting closer and closer to the edge. My breaths were fast and heavy, but I didn't feel like I couldn't catch my breath. I wanted more. I put my hands on his chest, pushing him down. Once he was flat on his back, I rolled him over so he was on top of me, my legs wrapped around him. He slammed into me hard one time, causing me to moan loudly. He waited to see how I reacted and whether I could catch my breath, then slammed into me again. I moaned again, grabbing his ass and pulling him into me. His thrusts became harder and faster as I felt myself inching closer to the edge.

He stayed above me, intent on watching my eyes the whole time. He was completely enchanted by whatever it was he was seeing. I felt my orgasm start and I leaned my head back, closing my eyes for a moment. "No, don't. Look at me. Please," he said, almost begging. I opened my eyes again, looking at him as I felt my body explode in extreme pleasure. All my pain was gone. There was only him.

In the way that only he could, he drew my orgasm out as long as possible, but his gaze never left my eyes. It was a new level of intensity for me, like he was seeing all of me for the first time. I felt myself begin to come down, but just when I thought it was over, he thrust hard into me again, causing another round of pleasure. This time, I could feel him getting closer as well. He had told me before I was taken that I was able to basically share my orgasm with him, letting him feel what I felt, which made it infinitely more intense for him. With him maintaining eye contact with me for so long, it was at a new level of intensity for me. I tried to be as open as I could, letting him feel everything I felt. No holding back. As soon as he felt another orgasm start for me, he let go as well, exploding into his own wave of pleasure.

I reached up, holding his face in my hands and pulled him to me, kissing him gently. He rolled off me, pulling me with him so I could lay across his chest as we both worked on catching our breath. I gladly snuggled into him. His hand ran lightly over my back. "You're amazing, Sephie," he said. I chuckled, hugging him tightly. "Did you know what you were doing with your eyes?" he asked.

I rested my chin on his chest, so I could look at him. "I'm going to say no, since I have no idea what you're talking about. They were just dark, weren't they?"

He laughed. "No. Well, yes. They were dark, but they were constantly changing colors. When your eyes go dark, it's like the brown takes over and gets almost black. But the other two colors did it too this time. I've never seen it before. I could see the black fade away again like I did the other morning and your normal eyes come back too."

"Now I know why you couldn't stop looking at my eyes the whole time," I said, smiling at the look of wonderment that was still on his face.

"I didn't want to miss anything," he said, smiling shyly. He brushed a curl from my face. "How's your lung? You didn't struggle to catch your breath?"

"It's fine. I didn't struggle at all, which bodes well for next time," I said, grinning at him.

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly. "I've missed you so much, solnishko."

I woke Adrik up a few times during the night. I knew he'd been missing me, but I really didn't realize how much I'd been missing him. Once the morning arrived, neither of us was ready to wake up. I felt his hand rubbing my back lightly when I woke up once more to see daylight streaming through the windows. I lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest. He opened his eyes, smiling at me. "Good morning, love," he said sleepily. He reached up, brushing the curls from my face. "I've missed you sleeping on my chest. I think I slept better last night than I have in weeks."

"It couldn't possibly be due to me wearing you out every two hours," I said, grinning at him.

"That did not hurt," he said, his hands running down my body.

"Worth it," I said. "I feel like I'm finally warm again. I've been cold since they took me and Ivan."

"You have been freezing. I think that's partly why you haven't been able to sleep without someone next to you. It's hard to tell if the shaking was your normal reaction to trauma or because you were cold," he said.

"Probably both. I hate being cold."

"I noticed," he said, grinning at me. He pulled me completely on top of him, holding me tightly. I groaned when I moved, feeling sore from our nighttime activities. "Are you just sore or did I hurt you?" he asked.

"Sore. Gloriously sore," I said, burying my face in his neck. I felt his body vibrate as he laughed at my answer. He rolled over, so he was on top of me. "Would a hot shower help?" he asked. His boyish smile across his face. He was clearly happy that he was the reason for me being sore, which made him even more handsome than usual. I caught myself just thinking about how much I loved every detail of him. His breath caught. "Do that again," he said.

"Do what again?"

"You just made your eyes go completely blue."

"I did?" I asked, completely surprised.

He nodded his head. "What were you thinking about just now?"

I smiled shyly at him. "How much I love every detail of you."

I saw the look of surprise on his face. "They did it again. Instead of going dark, they're completely blue." He watched for a few more seconds, then said, "They just changed back to normal. The same way it happened when they're dark. That's what they were doing last night too."

"Who needs a mood ring when you have ever-changing eye colors?" I said, laughing. This was a new development for me. I was only just beginning to be able to tell when my eyes would go dark, much less that they completely changed colors now.

Adrik cursed under his breath, but he looked completely hypnotized by my eyes once again. He leaned down and kissed me gently. "You never cease to amaze me," he said. "Come, let's shower. You're not allowed around anyone else when you smell like sex."

"Bossy," I said as we walked toward the bathroom. He stopped and looked back at me, as seriously as he could. "I'll allow it," I said, laughing. I grabbed his hand as we continued into the bathroom. I put my chin on his shoulder, whispering in his ear, "I kind of like it." I laughed again when he cursed under his breath as he walked us into the shower, turning the water on, then turning to me and pulling me tight against him.

Once we tested the limits of the hot water supply with the excessively long shower, he was thoughtful as we were getting dressed. "I don't want to tell the guys about your eyes changing colors this time," he said very matter-of-factly.

I smiled at him as I was finally taming my hair on my own again. I walked over to him, placing my hands on his chest. I knew there was more to his request that he wasn't saying. I searched his eyes for just a moment before finding the answer to my silent question. Since he told me they'd changed colors when I was thinking about how much I loved him before, I tried to make it happen again. I knew he was fine with me being around the guys, but with me being hurt for so long, plus Misha and Andrei relying on me a little more than usual because of everything else going on, I think Adrik was starting to feel slightly jealous and protective of our relationship. It was easy to think about just how much I loved him as I looked up at him. I could see the smile stretch across his face and I knew my eyes had changed once again. "It'll be our little secret," I said. He pulled me to him, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I knew he loved not having my giant cast in the way just as much as I did now. "What color were they this time?" I asked as I rested my head against his chest.

"Blue again."

"Blue apparently means love for my mood ring eyes," I said. "Is it the normal blue that's always there? It just takes over the other two colors?"

"Basically. The blue that's always there isn't a normal blue eye color. It's a much deeper blue. Like deepest depth of the ocean blue. It's incredible. Not like my eyes that are normal blue," he said.

I laughed, looking up at him. "Your eyes are deeper blue sometimes. Mostly when you're having dirty thoughts about what you want to do to me."

He smirked down at me. "It's still not the same. It's not a complete color change. Yours is a complete color change."

I giggled. "It's my warning system." He laughed loudly. It was music to my ears. I grabbed his hand as we left the bedroom. "You have to tell me if my eyes are doing their own thing in front of other people. I'm only just now beginning to get a handle on when they go dark and they still surprise me with it sometimes. I had no clue they were coming up with even more tricks, but given that it seems to happen either when we're having sex or I'm thinking about how much I adore you, I think I can keep it under wraps."

He stopped and pulled me back to him, a small smile on his lips. "I like having parts of you that are just for me," he said.

"I know you do. I do too. I just need help making sure this one stays quiet. I can't tell when it's happening yet. I also need to figure out a way to keep Andrei from fishing around in my head and finding it," I said. I chewed on my bottom lip as I thought about his newfound abilities.

Adrik kissed my forehead before continuing down the stairs. "Have you talked to him about turning it off yet? Like when you're around Stephen?" he asked.

"No, I haven't. I need to. Maybe I can find time today to get him by himself and have that conversation with him," I said. "But I think on some level he likely already knows. He's more discreet than you think. He's known about Ivan's past longer than I have."

Adrik stopped on the stairs, turning toward me. He was clearly surprised to learn this bit of information. "How?" he asked quietly. Since he was on the step below me, I put my arms around his shoulders, running my hand through his still damp hair.

"He said he figured it out a few years ago. He heard Ivan talking in his sleep one time after he got hurt. It wasn't a time when he had to go to the hospital, but he said even just getting hurt used to bring Ivan's demons back. He said everybody else was asleep, but he couldn't sleep and he heard Ivan talking. He doesn't know everything, but he knows enough of the details that he knows he really doesn't want to know the rest," I said.

"He never told anyone," Adrik said, still surprised. His hands were holding my hips as he thought about what I'd just told him.

"Ivan doesn't even know. He told me he knew how private Ivan was, so he just never brought it up. But it helped Andrei be more understanding when you guys would have to fight him in the hospital. He saw how much it affects Viktor. Even still, Viktor struggles with it," I said.

"Viktor takes it personally. Those two have been with me the longest, therefore, they're the closest. I think he takes it as an insult that Ivan can't see him when he's in the hospital."

"He does. But much like Ivan couldn't understand the pain Viktor went through when he lost his wife and child, Viktor can't understand the pain that Ivan went through when he was at that facility. He should be glad for that fact, honestly. Ivan's seen evil to a level that not many people have. Or should." I thought for a moment, still running my fingers through Adrik's dark hair. "But from Viktor's point of view, Ivan is one of the people Viktor loves most in this world and Viktor shows his love through helping people, with whatever they need. Viktor feels rejected, even though it's got nothing to do with him and everything to do with Ivan's past. Because of Viktor's past with his wife, he clings to the people he loves. Maybe more than he should, but it's understandable. He might be a giant and look like he could kill you with his mind, but Viktor is incredibly sensitive underneath that menacing exterior. When he finds another woman that catches his eye, I will murder her if she takes advantage of that."

Adrik looked at me, smirking, when I said the last sentence. I recognized the look in his eye and knew my eyes had changed. I raised an eyebrow, silently asking what color they were this time. "Demon eyes for added emphasis," he said, laughing.

"These things are going to get me in so much trouble," I said as we continued down the stairs.

We could smell breakfast cooking as we walked to the kitchen. All the guys were already in the kitchen, working together to make breakfast for everyone. "You guys are making breakfast?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. They all looked to me and Adrik, obviously proud of themselves.

"We didn't want you to overdo it again, so we thought we'd take care of breakfast to keep you from feeling like you had to," Ivan said.

"You're still not completely healed, which means you're still at high risk of getting pneumonia again," Stephen said.

"And none of us want you to have to go back on antibiotics or start sleeping all the time again," Viktor said.

"Because it's sooooo boring without you around all the time," Misha said, in the overly dramatic way that only he could.

"This might make us regret our decision to not order out, but it's the thought that counts, right?" Andrei said, grinning at me.

I looked at Adrik, who was also amused at their decision as well as their explanation. I smiled at all of them. "I'm so impressed."

"Maybe reserve judgment until after you try it," Stephen said.

"Nah, Andrei was right. It's the thought that counts," Adrik said.

After breakfast, which was actually quite good, I went with the guys to the gym. I still wasn't allowed to do anything yet, but at least they let me tag along. I wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to watch Adrik get sweaty from lifting heavy things.

Andrei took the opportunity to do some very light exercises with me to help my shoulder. We'd been doing small things, even before I got my cast off. Since it was the only thing I could do, I was happy to continue. It also gave me a few minutes mostly alone with him. We were far enough away from the other guys that I brought up the subject of turning his newly discovered gift on and off.

"So, I feel like you already know this, but I also feel like we should discuss turning your newfound ability off around certain people. Like Stephen, who is very clearly uncomfortable with our ability to see inside his head. You don't want to be rude about it," I said, as he helped me with my exercises.

"I know, spider monkey," he said, smiling at me. "This is about me figuring out you were scared, isn't it?"

"Kind of. Adrik appreciates you and Misha talking me into telling him about it," I said. I took a deep breath, looking at him. "He's always been fine with me being around you guys and I never want that to be an issue. With me being hurt for so long this time, he's feeling a little jealous at having to share me with everyone for the first time. But at the same time, he's also excited that you'll be able to catch the things I can still get past him. It's complicated."

Andrei glanced around, then put his hand up to stop me from saying more. "You don't need to explain it to me, spider monkey. I don't want to cause problems. Like you leveling up Misha, I think it works best with you right now, but that's just because I need more practice. I'll make sure Boss knows I won't be nosey," he said, smiling at me.

"I did tell him he shouldn't worry too much about you, since you've known about Ivan's past longer than I have." It was my turn to glance around to make sure we were still far enough away from everyone else that we wouldn't be overheard. "I am slightly worried about Stephen when it comes to both you and I. He's very nervous about us finding out anything he doesn't want us to know. I don't want to make that worse," I said.

"I did notice that. I've tried to assure him that I'm not going to drop in his head unannounced," he said.

"He's definitely one that needs to come around in his own time. I think he'll tell us whatever it is eventually, but I don't think it will go well if he's forced to have to tell us something he's not ready to," I said.

"You mean the way you've been forced to tell us everything you didn't want to before you were ready?" he asked, giving me a sly smile.

"Yeah, I wouldn't recommend it. I mean, it's effective, but it hasn't been ideal," I said, taking a deep breath. "Also? Can we talk about how frustrating it is for these simple exercises to make my shoulder hurt this much?" I noticed Adrik on his way to us and wanted to change the subject before he made it all the way to us.

"Your shoulder is still healing, spider monkey. It's a delicate balance of taking it easy and challenging it enough that it keeps getting stronger," he said, looking at me apologetically.

"Is she complaining she can't do much still?" Adrik asked Andrei as he walked toward us. He walked to me, still breathing heavier than normal from his last set, the beads of sweat prominent on his forehead. He caught me staring at him, my mouth slightly open, as he walked to me. His sexy smirk on his face, I felt the pull in my chest that meant he was thinking about how much he loved me. He slid his arm around my waist, pulling me to him so he could kiss my temple. My mind wandered to the night before and how I still felt like I couldn't get enough of him.

"She might be," Andrei said, laughing. "But I'm guilty of doing that anytime I've been hurt too. I think we all are."

"Don't give me shit for it. It's frustrating," I said defensively.

Adrik's wide smile stretched across his face. "What? I might like extra spicy Sephie the most too," he said, holding me tighter against him.

"You boys better be careful what you wish for," I said, letting my eyes go dark as I looked at both of them.

Adrik needed to go to his office the following day. I offered to go with him, but he said he only had a few meetings, then he would return. "I think we're all enjoying being here so much that I don't want you to have to leave just yet. This should be the only time I need to go back to the building for the rest of the week," he said that morning while we were getting ready after they'd all hit the gym and I had lifted my five-pound weight a few times under Andrei's watchful eye.

I felt my own nervousness at the thought of being that far away from him. He'd been away from me since I was taken, but only a few floors away. We were still in the same building. Now, I was facing having to be completely away from him for a few hours. My body was clearly not happy with that decision. I felt the shaking start almost immediately. He noticed I was quiet and walked from the closet to the bed where I had sat down, asking what was wrong.

"I don't like the idea of being away from you," I said before he made it all the way to me.

He chuckled, saying, "I don't like the idea of being away from you either, but it's just for a couple of hours." He sat next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. As soon as he touched me, he felt my body shaking. His eyes went wide as he looked at me. "Oh, you really don't like the idea of being away from me," he said. He pulled me closer, rubbing my back to try and help the shaking calm down.

"I know it's not healthy and I know at some point I need to get over it, but the thought of not being in the same building as you terrifies me right now," I said quietly. The more I thought about him being gone, the harder my body started to shake.

"It's okay, Sephie. You'll come with me. We'll just come back here after I'm done. I don't want to be apart from you either. I just didn't want you to have to follow me around today," he said, his hand alternating between playing with my curls and rubbing my back.

"I tend to get seriously hurt when we're apart and I'm kind of tired of it," I said. I could feel the tears starting to well in my eyes as he tightened his hold on me. I heard him inhale deeply, then curse under his breath.

"Sephie, you're right. You're absolutely right. I never put it together until now," he said. He reached over and moved me into his lap in one motion. "You still need to eat more, for the record. That was way too easy," he said, giving me a small smile. I tried to return the smile, but my body was still not happy with the thought of him being gone for any amount of time. He held me tighter, saying quietly, "Don't worry, love. You can even come to my meetings today if you want to. You can always come to my meetings. Neal is one of them. He'll be excited you're there." I knew he was trying to make me laugh. They all knew that making me laugh helped me get a handle on my out-of-control emotions.

I wiped the tears that had managed to escape from my cheeks, looking at him. The look of surprise on his face when he looked at my eyes was enough to finally make me laugh. "What color are they now?"

He cursed in Russian. In fact, he said every curse word there was in Russian. I looked at him, confused. "Sephie, they're a completely new color," he said.

"Shut up."

"No, go look. They're kind of blue, but it's not your normal blue color. It's like ice blue now. Almost white, love. This is scarier than your demon eyes," he said.

I got up from his lap, walking quickly to the bathroom. I wasn't sure how quickly they changed, so I was trying to beat them. When I looked in the mirror, I saw exactly what he had described. The normal three rings of color were gone and my eyes were almost white, with just a hint of blue. Adrik had followed me into the bathroom to see my reaction. I just stood and stared at my reflection, almost like I didn't recognize myself. "I'm gonna need contacts. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hide this if it keeps happening every time I have an emotional reaction." I turned to look at him, trying not to smile. "Have you met me? Do you know how insanely emotional I am?" I asked, trying to be overly dramatic for effect.

He just laughed at me, pointing to the mirror again. When I looked this time, my eyes had changed to green. But it was the normal green that was there all the time. The green had just overtaken the brown and blue rings. It was much easier for me to recognize myself this way.

"Apparently, white means fear and green means sarcasm," he said as he wrapped his arms around me. "I can also have contacts made for you, if that's what you want."

"I don't know how else to hide this. I don't know it's happening. I was only just starting to be able to tell when my eyes go dark and now they've just gone completely rogue and are out here freestyling. I said my stomach was untamed, but clearly it's my eyes that are untamed," I said.

Adrik pulled me to him, laughing. "We'll talk about it more later. I said I didn't want to tell the guys about it because I was feeling selfish when it comes to you. I never mind you around them. It's not that. I only just got you back completely though. I didn't want to share. We might not have a choice with that though." He took a deep breath, still thinking out loud, he said, "I don't mind the guys knowing about this eventually, but I don't know how I feel about anyone you talk to being able to see this. Contacts might be necessary in certain situations."

"You mean so I don't scare off all your business partners?" I asked, grinning at him. "What about Ghost? Didn't he used to be the wealthiest guy in the city? Well, yeah, until he fell in love with this stone-cold weirdo who couldn't control her emotions and scared everyone away. Now, everyone is afraid to do business with him."

"That won't happen, love," he said, shaking his head at me. He grabbed my hand, pulling me with him out of the bathroom. He stopped briefly to send a text to Viktor, then grabbed my hand once more. He walked to the closet and grabbed my coat. "You're going to need this," he said. "It's colder on the helicopter."

I grinned at him. "You already arranged for the helicopter, so you'd get home faster, huh?"

"Guilty," he said, holding my coat up for me so I could put it on. He adjusted the collar, moving my hair out of the way, then pressed his cheek gently to my neck. "I'm secretly very happy that you're coming with me today. I was not looking forward to being apart from you," he said as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him.

That afternoon, while Andrei, Misha, and I were in the penthouse waiting on Adrik's meetings to end, Ms. Jackson called Misha to ask if she could see me. He gave her an excuse of not being with me, but said he would find me and call her back. Ms. Jackson said, "Don't worry, son, I don't want her to come down here." Then she added very quietly, "It's about Giana." Misha promised to call her back in a few minutes after he found me and found out what my schedule was.

"Giana's been kept to her apartment since we got Armando, hasn't she?" I asked.

"She was, but they've recently let her go see Ms. Jackson. She's under heavy guard though. She can't go anywhere on her own right now. She apparently threw a tantrum and threatened to kill herself and all kinds of nonsense, so they finally let her go see Ms. Jackson a few times a week just to shut her up," Andrei said.

"Huh. Wouldn't have guessed that would ever happen," I said, as sarcastically as possible.

"It's up to you if you want to deal with this or not. I can call Ivan too. We'll go fetch her again if you want to see her. I can let Boss know too," Misha said.

"Ms. Jackson wouldn't call if she didn't have something important. Does she know about Armando and what he did to me?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Nobody's told her. She called a few times when you were still hurt, but I told her we were away. I didn't think you'd be up for any kind of company," Misha said. He looked worried that I would be mad at him gatekeeping my nonexistent social life.

"You were right to do so, my adorable Russian guardian. I couldn't have handled talking to her before," I said, smiling sweetly at him. I thought for a minute. "I don't want her to come up here without Adrik knowing. He's feeling extra private lately and I want to make sure I honor that."

Misha quickly sent a few texts. "I told Viktor to talk to Boss about it. If he's okay with it, he'll send Ivan up and we can go fetch her." Viktor quickly replied, meaning Misha must've caught Adrik between meetings. He read the message, looking somewhat perplexed. "He said it's okay if she comes up, but not before he's done for the day. He wants to be here when you talk to her."

I smiled, knowing exactly why he wanted to be present. "Then Ms. Jackson can wait a little bit until he's done for the day. He doesn't have much longer anyway, does he?"

Andrei looked at his watch. "I think his last meeting should be starting shortly. I don't think they're going to see Armando today either. I think he wanted to go back to the house as soon as he was done."

"Whatever Ms. Jackson has to tell us shouldn't take too long. Only a slight change in plans," I said. I got off the couch, walking to the kitchen. "It does, however, mean that I'm gonna need a snack."

"No talking, gazelle. I'm not supposed to be with you," Misha said as he dialed Ms. Jackson's number to tell her when I'd be available.

I stood quietly while he had the conversation, trying not to laugh as I thought about how much it felt like we were doing something wrong. Once he ended the call, I asked, "I feel like we're kids making plans to sneak out of the house later. Why do I feel like we're about to be in trouble for lying?"

They both laughed at me. "You clearly never snuck out of the house when you were younger," Andrei said. "This is nothing, comparatively speaking."

"Fair. Totally fair. I was a good kid. I only snuck out when my life was in danger. That's completely different. Just know that I'm going to blame everything on you two when we get caught. That's what little sisters are supposed to do, right?" I asked, laughing at the thought.

"That's what my little brother always did, so that seems accurate," Andrei said.

"Bubba, I can't imagine you being a bad kid," I said, rummaging through the refrigerator.

"You should talk to my mom then. She'll gladly tell you differently," he said.

I turned to look at him, then to Misha. "I would expect this development from Misha, but not you. You're so thoughtful now. I just always assumed you would've been the same as a kid."

"Thoughtfully defiant," Andrei said, laughing.

"I was like you, gazelle. I was the good kid. My brothers and sister were the hellions in my family. I'm the angel," Misha said, giving me his most cherubic smile.

"Do your siblings hate you for that? Or are they just as adorable as you are?" I asked.

He walked to the kitchen, his phone in hand, to show me a picture of his siblings. I could tell they were related, but Misha got the best looks by far. I looked at the picture for a moment, then looked to him. "They hate you," I stated.

He laughed loudly. "Yeah, they kinda do."

"What about you, Bubba? Is your little brother as handsome as you are?"

"I think he got all the looks. Must be a perk of being the youngest," he said. He got up and walked to the kitchen as well to show me pictures of his brother. Andrei's brother was quite handsome, just in a different way from Andrei.

"Bubba, he's not better looking than you," I said, looking at the picture. Andrei's brother was similar in height to him, but he weighed significantly less than Andrei did. "Look at him. What is he like a hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet?" I asked.

Andrei laughed, which made Misha curious. He walked behind me, so he could see over my shoulder. "That's a generous estimate, gazelle. I think you weigh more than he does and you're too skinny still."

Andrei took his phone back, flipping through a few more pictures, then showed us another picture of his brother. "He's a legit model though," he said, showing us another picture of his brother.

"Okay, maybe it was standing next to you that made him look tiny. He doesn't look as small there, but he's still not prettier than you. I don't care what you say," I said.

"You're biased, spider monkey," he said dismissively. "My brother always got all the girls when we were younger. It's kind of turned him into a dick. Max reminds me a lot of my brother."

"Ugh. That's a sad existence for your brother. He must be very empty," I said quietly.

Before Andrei could respond, Ivan walked into the penthouse. "Squish!" I said, walking to him to give him a hug.

"I didn't realize how much I missed two-armed hugs, princess," he said, holding me tightly.

"You and me both," I said. I kept my arm around his waist, leaning into his side.

"What kind of shenanigans are you three getting into now?" Ivan asked.

"We're comparing their siblings to see who's the hottest. Misha and Andrei are both clear winners in the genetic lottery," I said, causing Ivan to laugh loudly.

"Do you have siblings, Ivan?" Misha asked, curiously.

I felt Ivan tense beside me. I was just about to answer for him, but he said, "I do. I don't know where any of them are though. I haven't seen any of them since I was seven." I looked up at him, silently asking if he was okay with this conversation. He gave me a wink and nodded his head.

Misha could tell it was sensitive territory, so he said, "Plot twist, Ivan's siblings sent him away because he was too painfully good-looking and made them all feel bad." Ivan laughed, shaking his head at Misha. I smiled widely at Misha, silently grateful for his wit saving the day.

Adrik, Viktor, and Stephen walked into the penthouse, further saving Ivan from having to divulge more than he was ready to. Ivan heard the door open and gave my shoulders a squeeze, knowing I would want to go to Adrik. As soon as I saw him, I felt both the pull in my chest that was from him and my own warmth spreading over my body. I walked quickly toward him, unable to control the smile on my face. I saw the flash of surprise on his face, which likely meant my eyes had changed yet again, just before his lips found mine. He kissed me like it had been days since he'd seen me last, instead of hours. He held me tighter against him as my knees threatened to give out, but he stopped the kiss. He pressed his forehead to mine, one hand against my cheek, his thumb rubbing lightly against my skin. "I'm glad I didn't have to wait any longer for that," he said quietly. He stood up straight, so he could look at me. I was worried my eyes were still different. I raised an eyebrow, silently asking him if I needed to blink. "Normal," he said quiet enough that only I could hear. I exhaled, clearly relieved, which caused him to laugh softly. "What's this about Ms. Jackson?" he asked loud enough that the guys could hear. He glanced up in Misha and Andrei's direction, but quickly looked back at me.

"She called earlier and asked if she could see Sephie. She said she didn't want Sephie to come down there and that she had something to tell us about Giana," Misha said.

Adrik tore his gaze away from my eyes and looked at the guys. "Two of you go down and fetch her. She can come here." Ivan and Misha walked toward the door to go get her. "Does she know what happened to you, solnishko?" he asked.

"I don't think so. You know how quick she is though. She might suspect something has happened. Misha said she called a few times when I was still really hurt and asked to see me, but he always lied and said we were away. I'm sure she knows something is going on with Armando, if she hasn't seen him in weeks. It's anybody's guess as to what Giana has told her about him," I said.

"The guys that are on her said she never asks about him. Like literally not once," Viktor said.

"I feel like that's weird," I said, turning toward the guys. Adrik kept his arms around me, pulling me back against him.

"It's definitely weird," Stephen said. "We know their relationship wasn't at all what it appeared to be, but it did seem like there was genuine affection between the two of them. At least at first."

"I would not have pegged her as someone who could lie so easily and so well," Adrik said.

"Maybe like Armando, her idiot persona is just an act," Stephen said.

Ivan and Misha returned with Ms. Jackson as we were all still discussing possibilities for who Giana really was. Ms. Jackson smiled at me when she walked in, but she immediately squinted her eyes, looking me up and down. "Something happened, child. You're too skinny."

"It's a long story, Ms. Jackson," I said, walking to her to give her a hug. I walked with her back toward the kitchen, where everyone else was and pulled out a chair for her to sit at the kitchen island. I walked back to Adrik, who opened his arm for me. "I am very curious what information you have for us about Giana," I said, leaning into Adrik. I was starting to feel nervous again and I didn't like it. I was also now worried about my eyes changing in front of everyone. He felt my slight shift in mood and kissed my temple. His hand found its way under my shirt, his thumb rubbing my skin gently in an effort to keep me calm.

"I knew something had happened when I didn't see her for a few weeks. She told me they were supposed to go to Italy at the end of last month, but I saw guards outside her door. Even an idiot would know that you don't need guards outside your door if you're gone to another country. I didn't ask questions and I didn't contact her. Then she showed up at my door a few weeks after that, almost like nothing had changed. She looked better. She'd clearly been forced to sober up while she was being kept to her apartment, but she acted like nothing was wrong the first few times she stopped by to see me. Only difference were the guards that never left her. I didn't ask about them either. For all I knew, Armando had finally gotten serious about his security. Well, last week, she finally came up with an excuse to step away from her guards for a few minutes. She brought clothes with her, saying she needed my opinion on what she should wear to some function she clearly made up. She called me back to the bedroom to ask for my help to zip up a dress. One of the guards came with me, but I told him in Russian that there was no way to get out of my apartment except through the front door and that she would be fine in there. Should've seen the look of surprise on his face," she said, laughing. She composed herself and continued. "Once we were alone, she came clean on a lot of stuff. She told me she had been planning to rob Armando, but since she was basically being held prisoner, she didn't know if that was still going on or not. She'd had her phone taken away from her, so there was no way she could get information out to anyone. Robbing Armando was her ticket out. She'd met a guy, somehow, that was going to take her to South America and keep her safe. She said she took the job with Armando to try and get away from her family. The plan to rob Armando was to try and get away from him."

"Do you know who this other guy is?" I asked.

"No, she said his name was Martin, but that's all she said about him," Ms. Jackson said. We all looked at each other, mostly shocked at this revelation.

"What's her plan now? Did she tell you?" Ivan asked. He was a mixture of amused and angry. It was quite the sight to behold.

"She's somewhat terrified that her entire plan is going to fall through. She's got no way to contact anyone. She asked to borrow my phone, but I didn't bring it to the bedroom with me. You know, young people are practically attached to those things. Half the time, I forget where I left it," she said flippantly. "She just said the next time she comes I'm supposed to leave my phone in the bathroom for her, so she can use it before she leaves."

"We'll give you a phone for her to use. Don't let her use your phone," Viktor said.

"I don't know what she thinks she's going to plan. She's got no way to get out of this building without someone openly declaring war on you. I don't know who this other guy is, but he's gotta be a complete moron if he thinks that's a good idea," Ms. Jackson said.

"We'll take care of it, Ms. Jackson. Thank you for coming to us with this," Adrik said. I could feel that he was also a good mixture of angry and amused as well.

Ms. Jackson looked at Adrik seriously. "I didn't do it for you. I did it for her. If they come after you, they come after her and she's had enough of that in her life."

I looked at Adrik, slightly worried her words would make his anger take over, but he smiled at her. "I could not agree more, Ms. Jackson."

Ms. Jackson stayed in the penthouse a little while longer while Viktor and Ivan got a cell phone set up for Giana to use. It would work like a normal cell phone, but it would also send all the information of who she was talking to along with a copy of her texts to Viktor, so he could see what she was planning. We also wanted to make sure it was the same Martin before we brought Trino in on this newest bit of information.

"When is she planning on coming back to see you?" I asked Ms. Jackson.

"She said she'd be back tomorrow. They only allow her to come once or twice a week right now," she said.

Viktor handed her the cell phone for Giana. "Let her use this one when she's there," he said.

"Hide your cell phone when she's around, so she doesn't happen upon it. You also want to keep your phone away from this one, as it'll copy your cell phone information and send it to us," Ivan said, trying not to laugh at the thought.

"I might need to borrow that phone and leave it with Edith the next time I see her. I know she's talking shit about me in between Bingo nights," she said, laughing.

"Let us know when you want to give her something to actually talk shit about," Ivan said, smiling sweetly at her.

Once we were back at the house, we discussed this latest development while I made dinner. "Martin thinking he's saving Giana from Armando would explain why he was dumb enough to go to the Mexicans," Stephen said.

"Agreed. I do wonder what she's told him, if it's the same Martin. I don't know how else she would've met anyone from South America, who's also willing to steal from a mafia boss and thinks he can protect her from the same mafia boss he's willing to steal from," Ivan said.

"It has to be Trino's Martin," I said. "They had to have started this while we were at Trino's island house. That's the only explanation. He's never been up here and Armando hasn't gone to Colombia. It had to be there that either he caught her eye or she caught his."

"I would not have expected this from Martin. Trino has always spoken highly of him," Adrik said.

"Boobies," I said. They all looked to me for more clarification, which made me laugh. "Boobies make men do dumb shit all the time."

Stephen cleared his throat. "Some men."

"Valid point, Yoden the Enabler. Boobies make some men do dumb shit all the time," I said, laughing.

"But still. Like Ivan said, this still doesn't quite make sense. Giana is a pretty woman, don't get me wrong, but this dude is literally willing to risk his life for a woman he's probably never slept with and likely hasn't even made it to first base with?" Andrei said.

I cleared my throat this time. "You mean how you've all risked your lives for me at one point?"

"You're different, spider monkey," Andrei said.

"I fail to see how."

"You don't suck," Misha said seriously, which made me laugh.

"Okay, point well made. But Martin likely doesn't think Giana sucks either. Or he's hoping she does often. It could go either way," I said, laughing at my own dirty joke, which caused them all to laugh heartily.

"I rest my case," Misha said, sliding his arm around my shoulders. He kissed the top of my head, whispering, "You're my favorite, gazelle."

"Even bigger than the question of how often and how well Giana sucks anything is whether Martin will attempt to ‘rescue' her from the building," Stephen said. He was normally so serious and so straight-faced when he said anything, but he was still having a hard time keeping the smile from his face.

"He has to be planning on splitting from Trino. Do you guys really think Trino would think him trying to get with a boss's girlfriend was a good idea?" I asked. "And there's no way Trino would support him moving against Adrik in any way, which is what it would be should he attempt to get her from this building."

"I don't think Trino knows," Andrei said. "Don't you think we would've picked up on it while he was here if he knew something? When he was thinking about Martin, I only got something about the Mexicans. Nothing else. Surely, him trying to be Giana's knight in shining armor would've come up. Even if he was trying to hide it, like he was trying to hide the fight between him and Martin."

"Valid point, Bubba. I only caught tension because of the Mexicans too. It's likely he doesn't know," I said.

"We'll know tomorrow for sure when she uses that phone," Viktor said.

"What's the plan going to be if it is Trino's Martin?" I asked Adrik.

He took a deep breath. "I'm not sure. I'll tell him, obviously, but I also might let it play out a little more to see what their plans are before I tell him. I don't think she's smart enough to be able to get out of the building on her own. He would have to come for her. If that happens, he's dead," he said.

"She clearly doesn't really care about him either. She's a serial user," I said. "I should hook her up with Max."

The guys enjoyed another round of laughter. "We're so glad you're back to normal, princess," Ivan said, still laughing.