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CLXV : a boy, a boat, a bloodline

Auteur: Maya East
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-04-13 21:03:14

"Pass the pilaf, please!" Trisha was already shouting before she even sat down, grabbing the plate and then plopping into her seat.

Igor sat at the head of the table with two small creatures flanking him. Max on the right, Mischa on the left. Both with eyes shining and hands ready to pounce. I sat in the middle, with Pascha—mysteriously—choosing to sit right beside me, even though plenty of other chairs were still empty.

He sat too close. His left arm draped behind my chair, and his knee… well, his knee kept brushing against mine far more often than lunch table etiquette would allow. Every time I shifted, he shifted with me.

And of course, his fingers occasionally played with the ends of my hair that fell over my shoulder.

I refused to react. That would mean he won. So I focused all my attention on the plate of pilaf and the roast chicken coated in fragrant Middle Eastern spices made by Natalia herself.

"Uncle!" Max spoke through a mouthful. "Did you ever throw Daddy into the sea?"

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Melani Maré-Botha
please choose Belva Pascha, Michaela is a evil conniving woman, she cannot have your child , it would destroy the story
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