“I said it in Russian,” I explain. “She pissed me off. I didn’tthink she’d understand, but… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” he presses.
“She looked like she understood. Her face shifted after I saidit. She looked… scared.”
The sight of Belle pale and shocked… it made something inmy chest twitch. At least, until I understood what it trulymeant. I stood there and watched her disappear into her ownthoughts, like she was trying to process what I’d said.
“Maybe she was surprised,” he suggests. “Or scared becauseyou were shouting in another language. Russian isn’t exactlythe love, you know? She was probablyintimidated. I caught another glimpse of her on my way inhere, by the way. She’s a small little thing. Fun si
