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Chapter 28: Seventeen
He cursed the day he was born in the snowy wastes of Ded Moroz’s kingdom, quite uncomfortable, and appraised her.
Morozko wanted to tell her that the dress made her look deadly. She was a witch, he realized, enchanting and terribly beautiful, so far from the girl he knew. He had the strangest attraction and repulsion at the exact same time and felt quite ill, like a vicious hangover from a night spent flirting at a bar.
Morozko was, in a word, lost.
“Well, Kolya?” Anya looked at her feet, embarrassed.
“This boy will lose his heart to you,” Morozko finally said. “And you will swallow him whole.”
Anya laughed uneasily. “I will take that as a compliment, I suppose.” She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled hesitantly. “I think I am quite in love with this beautiful dress – I have never owned anything so fine, save my firebird necklace,&rdq
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