The next morning I went to find Alya as soon as I woke up.
Nikolai had disappeared at some point, letting me sleep in.
I was grateful, though part of me was disappointed that he hadn't made good on his promise from last night.
Maybe there was a mafioso emergency that was more important than having sex with me.
My sister was already awake and drinking coffee in her room. Huh. No one brought me coffee today. And her door wasn't locked. I was relieved, though it seemed strange.
"Hey, Alya," I said, dropping down on her perfectly made bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired. I hardly slept while in Milan, so I feel like I could sleep for days."
"Then you should. There's no need for you to be up and around."
"I wanted to see you. When I asked earlier I was told you were still asleep."
"Yeah." I leaned back on my hands. "I was up pretty late."
"You're having sex with him."
I knew this was coming. My twin would spot a lie a mile away, too. "Yes."
"Willingly?"
"Yes."
