His Forbidden Muse
“Off to bed, kotyonok.”
My breath catches.
He will detonate in the morning, over breakfast, while our parents sip coffee and ask about headlines. He’ll expose it all.
I can’t let him.
“Can we talk?” My voice scraped from my throat in desperate need to make him listen to me.
“Kyle,” Judas says instead. “Office.”
Kyle groans. “Yes, I love interrogations at midnight.”
He steps toward Judas, brushing past me.
Anya mutters from behind me. “He’s mad at you. Wow, you’ve officially out-scandalised me, little sister.”