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CHAPTER 10: ICE COLD DMITRI

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TRISTAN'S POV

The silence in the car was thick enough to choke on. We were headed back to my apartment, or what soon was formerly my apartment, so I could pack up my life and move into Giovanni’s mansion.

I, being the naturally bubbly and, let's face it, somewhat irritatingly chatty person I am, decided to break the oppressive quiet.

"Hey, Dmitri," I started, trying to keep my tone light. "How long have you been working for Giovanni?"

Dmitri, who looked like he was sculpted from a block of ice, answered without even turning his head. "About ten years."

Okay, terse. I could work with terse. Maybe. "Wow, ten years. Are you two, like, childhood best friends or something?"

"Yes," he replied, the word clipped and cold.

I sighed internally. This was like pulling teeth.

"Dmitri, are you always like this? Just…cold to everyone? You know, you might actually crack a smile someday, the world wouldn’t end."

He finally turned to look at me, his eyes hard and unwavering. "How about you? Are you a
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