Chapter Forty One

DPOV

The flight to Russia was long. I'd spent the first few hours in an anxious state that Rose has desperately trying to calm. Eventually, she'd laid her head in my lap and pulled out her book to read. I pulled out my own, trying to focus on the printed words.

When reading didn't work, I opted for the repetitive, soothing action of running my hands through Rose's hair. She practically purred as my fingers scrapped her scalp and ran the entire length of her hair. With a smile on my face, I leaned my head back and fell into a much-needed slumber.

When I awoke, we were half an hour from decent and my hand was still running through Rose's hair. She'd put her book away at some point and was also waking from her nap.

"Did you sleep well, Roza?" I smiled down at her as she stretched.

"I would have slept better if you would have allowed me to get up and move to the couch, but every time I tried to move you'd growl at me." She said lovingly.

"Sorry?" I said.

"No, you aren't." Roza retur