“I do not.” He chuckled and waved at Briar. “Your grandmother has laid claim to your mother and is defending her honor.”
“Well take it outside.” Briar sighed, wondering why her chest felt warm and tingly from the display of affection from Liev’s parents. She protested when Liev approached and swung her up in his arms and carried her back down the hall.
“Liev, you can’t let them fight in front of Hadlee.”
“She will have to get used to it, I’m afraid. My mother wants her pound of flesh.” He called out over his shoulder in Russian and she noted the woman racing after them. Bronya Orlov was easily six feet tall in height and a size zero. Her clothing perfectly tailored to her and with her big blue eyes and long platinum hair, Briar considered her daughter looked very much like her grandmoth
