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Opening the door, I allowed her to walk in before me. I heard a small gasp as she stopped just inside the door. The room was one of the most lavish in the entire house. I loved the finer things in life. Piotr preferred the simple things, and Mila was between the two of us.

We each had our own rooms and split the spare rooms. So, this was one where I chose the décor and furniture. Growing up with shared rooms and bathrooms, we made sure to build extensively. There were more rooms than we could ever use, and each room had its own bathroom.

“Would you like to take a bath first or go straight to bed?” I inquired, walking around her. She looked at me with shock on her face. I was sure she felt vaguely embarrassed as she dimlysmiled and looked away. “I think I’ll lay down for a bit,” she responded quietly.

Walking with her, we sat down on the bed. “I’m feeling a little tired. I didn’t realize it until now,” she added.

I nodded and rose. “It’s fine; I'm sure today was a bit hectic.” Dahlia lifted her legs onto the bed and pulled the pillows closer. Covering her with the fleece blanket at the feet of the bed, I watched as she closed her eyes.

“I’ll be back shortly,” I whispered. Heading out to face Mila, I glanced back before closing the door. Turning, I saw Mila leaning against the opposite wall. Her hands were perched on her hips, and her look spoke a thousand words without her having to say anything.

The door had barely closed when she started. “Have you lost your marbles, brother?”

“Mila, calm down,” I said, stepping closer.

Lifting her hand and placing the palm on my forehead, she continued in her loud, obnoxious tone. “Do you need a doctor’s check? How could you reveal so much about us without consulting us?”

“Can we take this downstairs?” I spat back, feeling my anger flaring.

Mila swung around and stomped off. I followed her down the stairs. As she took the last step, she spun around, standing her ground.

“Calm down, Mila,” I said, trying to regain my composure. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if we were both outraged. “You worry too much. But know this,” I said, lifting a finger at her. “If I have to, I will protect her without the family!”

The shock on Mila’s face was evident as her jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “That’s not what I said. Don’t turn my words around.”

“You don’t know everything, even if you think you do,” I said in a lower tone. “It’s late. Can we continue this discussion in the morning?”

Mila shook her head at me, then headed for the kitchen. I stood until she was out of sight before I returned to Dahlia’s room.

Dahlia was asleep when I entered. I sat on the couch, watching her sleep. I didn’t want to disturb her. She was so amazingly perfect. The evening air coming in through the open window was cool but not cold yet. It was actually soothing.

At some point, I fell asleep. I wasn’t sure when. I woke startled as something in the room fell over. Jumping up, I surveyed the room, ready to kick ass should anyone try and touch her. But there was no danger. In fact, there was no one in the room.

I noticed the bathroom door was closed. That must have been the noise I heard. “Dahlia, sugar?” I called out softly as I walked to the bathroom door.

“Yes,” I heard her reply as I touched the handle.

“I’m just going down to get some coffee. Can I bring you a cup?” I enquired through the door, placing one hand flat on its surface.

“Tea, please, Chamomile, if you have it,” she responded.

“No problem,” I said, rubbing the door. Walking out, I looked at my hand. What was going on with me? I was acting stranger, and stranger the more time I spent with her.

Shaking my head, I grinned as I entered the kitchen. Mila was seated at the island, drinking her morning coffee. “Good morning,” I said in a light tone.

Mila grunted, rose, and stormed out. Ignoring her, I poured myself a cup and made tea for Dahlia. Armed with the two cups, I headed back to my room. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Mila spoke behind me. “What’s going on with you, Konstantin?”

Turning, I tried to assess her mood but couldn’t get a read on her. She looked upset but also drawn back. “Mila, please. Isn’t it a bit early for fighting?” I said, turning back to the stairs.

“You know this is going to start a feud,” she added.

“No, it’s not,” I said, glancing back at her.

“This mess,” she said, pointing a skinny finger at me. “This mess that is coming is all your doing. You need to stop thinking with your dick and start using your brain!” She stomped her foot, turned, and walked out.

“I am thinking with my brain,” I shouted after her. How dare she say things like that. Not that I really cared. I found a way to keep Dahlia close. To me, that was all that mattered. I stood for a while, calming my anger before heading back up.

Chapter 9 - Dahlia

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