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Lev is the happiest to return back to the estate. He’s ensconced himself in the basement from the second we cross the threshold, and I’m not mad about it. The lower levels are basically a bunker and if he’s holed up down there, he’s safe.
Alyssa is sleeping with Polly tonight. The change of environment has thrown my sister for a loop that none of us were expecting. But like always, Alyssa knew exactly how to calm her down—movie marathon, junk food, and a two-person sleepover that left my bed empty.
Tonight, I don’t mind.
I slip downstairs to the porch next to the pool where Dimiv and Nikolai are sitting, smoking cigars and drinking scotch.
“I’m beginning to think you two sleep out here,” I remark as I take a seat next to them.
“There are worse places to be, cousin,” Dimiv says with a cackle. “The night is warm, the vodka is strong, and our enemies are foolish enough to think they can get the best of us. It is a good day to have Bugrov blood in your veins.”
Dimiv hands me a cigar and I light it as I recline. Nikolai pours me a glass of scotch and slides the glass over to me. “Give us the word, Uri,” is all he says.
I let out a plume of smoke. “We need to strike first.” Dimiv and Nikolai exchange a look that I ignore. “The waiting game has run its course. I don’t want to give him the benefit of making the first move.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Dimiv says. “We can’t underestimate the power of surprise.”
“You know what might help with that?” Nikolai suggests. “Manpower.”
“We have men,” I point out.
Nikolai nods. “But do we haveenoughmen? What if we were to attack with a stronger force?”
“Are you talking about mercenaries?”
He shakes his head. “I’m talking allies. Why not take a page from Sobakin’s book and join forces against a common enemy?”
Dimiv frowns. “Who’re you talking about?”
“Dominik Evanoff,” I answer immediately before Nikolai has to.
“Exactly,” Nikolai croons, leaning in. “Why not? We’ve already learned that Evanoff has bad blood with Sobakin. The only reason Evanoff hasn’t moved against Sobakin yet is because he didn’t think he could win. With us, he stands a chance.”
I consider it for a few moments. “It’s not a bad plan.”
Nikolai smirks. “That’s Uri speak for ‘I wish I’d thought of it.’”
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ALYSSA
“Your vitals are good,” Dr. Grigory concludes with a satisfied nod.
I breathe a sigh of relief. But Uri doesn’t look like he’s ready to celebrate just yet. “And the babies? How are they doing?”
“I’m checking on them now.” He turns the sonogram machine on, squirts some ultrasound gel onto my stomach, and spreads it around with his paddle. “Hmm.”
“‘Hmm’?” I repeat, switching into my default setting, which, these days, is always panic. “What does ‘hmm’ mean? ‘Hmm’ doesn’t sound good. I don’t like ‘Hmm.’”
Dr. Grigory turns to me with placid eyes. “I’m still concerned with one baby's growth. It’s a little slow. Certainly behind for a fetus at twenty-seven weeks.”
I glance at Uri helplessly. “So, um, what should we be doing to improve the baby’s growth? Is there an injection I can take? Pills I can use? Specific foods I should be eating?”
I’m aware that I’m talking a mile a minute but that’s only because I’mthinkinga mile a minute. If I stop, I might just break down.
Thankfully, Uri’s hand lands on my shoulder and the weight of him, the pressure of his fingers, forces me to take a deep breath and concentrate on what the doctor is trying to explain to both of us.