“He threatened us?” Darya asked quietly.
“He won’t make good on it,” she folded her arms furiously.
“Are you sure?” Magda asked swallowing deeply as if suddenly worried about tangling with the mob.
“Mags, if you don’t think I can protect you, and I understand your feelings, then I can send you somewhere safe.” She looked to Darya, “both of you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Darya twisted her lips angrily. “Even if I didn’t think you can protect us, and I know you can, then I would happily die for you. I can’t believe he would say that.”
“What made him so uptight?” Magda asked suddenly, “surely toys in the toilet weren’t the thing to push him so far over the edge.”
She hadn’t told them yet. Dimi closed her eyes and pushed her uneaten breakfast away from her and gave an impatient sigh, “
