Darya was holding a glass of vodka in her hand as she paced back and forth in the living room at the Laskaris compound. “Do you believe he’ll return her?”
“Yes, but I don’t f*****g know when,” Dimitra hissed out as tapped the keyboard of her computer angrily. “I think he’s still in here.”
“He’s clearly been watching a while. He even called me out on my shit.”
“What s**t?” Dimitra asked from her spot, not looking up. “He doesn’t know what the f**k he’s talking about. Listen, yes, you can be snappy sometimes at Magda but f**k Darya, you’re also her best defense and nobody loves her more than you,” she shot her a glance, “well maybe Ares but you’re a close f*****g second. If I put you two in a room full of strangers and asked them to pick out the two people who were sisters, you two would
