Chapter Fifteen

Y A N A

I don't want to turn around and see what's waiting behind me, but I force myself to do it when suddenly, Mikhail grabs my arm and pulls me gently to his side.

And just like that, I find myself facing his parents.

To make things a little worse, another man appears behind his parents and smiles happily at all of us.

“And don’t forget your uncle!” he announces.

Evan groans. “Dad, why are you here?”

“Well, because I heard Mikhail is sick!” the older man says, stepping forward until they’re all lined up in front of me.

Now I see where the good genes are coming from, because holy shit.

His mother looks like she could be in her early fifties even though I know she's probably older than that. She shares the same eyes as Mikhail, right down to the shape and the last eyelash. However, her hair is blonde, now mixed with a tinge of silver.

His father is definitely the one who gave him that certain air of confidence and intimidation. The man is tall with a terrifyingly perfect post