Chapter One Hundred Three
Sephie
I ran upstairs and threw on a heavier long-sleeve shirt. The weather was in that weird time of year where you had to add and subtract layers of clothing periodically throughout the day. There was more of a breeze at the house, so it felt cooler. I didn’t want to make Andrei have to give me his shirt while we were avoiding the house…
Misha decided to come too. Adrik slid his arm around my waist, leaning down to my ear, “I’d rather have you all to myself later. I’ll be in my office when you get back.” He spun me around to face him, planting a kiss on my lips. It was just enough to get my mind thinking about what his definition of “having me all to himself later” meant.
The three of us set out for an adventure, far, far away from the house and the evil stepmother evil chef? Seems accurate the evil chef that lived there. I always enjoyed their company, but I w just happy to be able to go for a walk. Ivan was a genius. My hip felt better than it had since the night of the ball. My limp was barely noticeable now and the dull ache that had started was now gone too. When Adrik took the bandage off last night, he was surprised at how good it looked. It was no longer red around the edges and was already showing signs of healing.
They both noticed I was walking better, as we walked toward the rdens, and I skipped to get a closer sniff of one of the roses.
“Your hip must be feeling better, spider monkey.” Andrei had a broad smile on his face. I knew they were all still struggling with what happened, so seeing me feel better also made them feel better.

“Ivan is a genius. Maybe an evil genius, I don’t know. But a genius, nonetheless. It does feel better than it’s felt since, you know, I tried to ki ll myself by jumping out of a moving vehicle. 0/10, by the way. Do not recommend.”
Misha laughed, shaking his head. “You’re so much like us, it’s scary
I squinted my eyes at him, putting my hands on my hips. “I’m going to need some clarification on that one, my adorable Russian guardian.”
His cheeks blushed slightly, his handsome smile stretching across his face. “You have a dark sense of humor about cheating death like we do.”
“Well, what’s the fun of cheating death if you can’t laugh about it? I asked.
They laughed, but both were thoughtful. Andrei looked to me as w walked closer to the forest trail. “Ivan was right, you know. You’re really making it difficult for any other girl to have a chance with us.”
“We’re going to compare everyone to you from now on.” Misha added.
“I mean, no pressure there,” I said, scoffing.
“We don’t mean it as a bad thing, gazelle. You’ve just showed us how good it can be,” Misha said, slinging his arm over my shoulders as we walked. I wrapped an arm around his waist, nearin; the forest trail.
I sighed. “It’s not going to be easy for you. The more you accept yourselves and truly own who you are, you’re going to attract all kinds of people who want a taste of what you have to offer. But most people just want to take from you, without ever giving in return. You have to wait for that one special person, or in my case, six of you, that give back just as much as they take. They’re out there, but you’re going to have to eliminate…okay, bad choice of word right there. I did not mean eliminate literally,” I said, laughing. “You’re going to have to weed out the boil ones to find your special one.” I thought for a minute, then added, “it might not be as difficult for you guys. Your murderous as when you’re working will keep a lot of them away.”
They both laughed. “We don’t really look that mean, do we?” Andrul asked.
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