Chapter Twenty-Six
Sophie
After breakfast, we were all standing in the kitchen. I asked Ivan how his stitches were holding up. “Let me check it. You might need a bandage change,” I said, trying to peek down the back of his shirt. He didn’t hesitate this time to take his shirt off for me. I peeled back part of his bandage, to look at how it was healing. It still looked red and angry, but no signs of infection.
Adrik walked over to inspect the stitches while I had the bandage pulled back. “You did this?” he asked, looking surprised.
I nodded my head, as I put the bandage back in place. Pressing the adhesive to his skin once more.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” Adrik asked, still surprised.
“Ms. Jackson. She used to be a nurse.” I lifted the sleeve of my shirt to reveal a small scar on my upper arm. “I can be clumsy, and I h*te doctors, so she stitches me up when needed. She taught me how to do it.”

Adrik ran his thumb over the scar on my arm. He leaned closer and kissed my forehead. I knew he was wondering about the scars on my back as well, but I didn’t want to talk about those in front of everyone. “I definitely owe my thanks to Ms. Jackson,” he said.
“There’s still the matter of Bingo to be discussed,” I said laughing.
Ivan, as he was putting his shirt back on, turned and asked, “Bingo?”
Viktor, the only one in the know on the matter of Bingo night, just started laughing. “Don’t worry, Ivan. You’re going to love it.”
I tried not to laugh but couldn’t help myself. Ivan looked so confused. “Ms. Jackson requested that you all accompany her to her friend’s place so she could ‘show you off,” I said, adding air quotes for effect. “But I suggested Bingo, as more of her friends would be there.”
“What is Bingo?” Misha asked.
“It’s a game that old people play. It’s an easy game to play. You’ll catch on quick, don’t worry,” I said, grinning.
They all looked toward Adrik. I knew they would all do it if he said the word.
“It’s on the table. But we need to find Anthony first,” Adrik said, matter-of-factly.
There was an audible exhale in the room. I laughed at how the thought of Bingo with old ladies gave trained killers anxiety.
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