Page 11 of Teach Me How To Fly

“I wouldn’t bet on that.”

Her gaze didn’t settle for a second and she was continuously biting her inner cheek. I knew she was worried for him because that was who she was. She cared so much for everyone, even for Katya who didn’t deserve anything.

“I’ll bring my glass from upstairs. Could you please squeeze a lemon for me?” I asked her nicely and stood up from the chair.

“Of course I can, my dear. The salmon will also be done in no more than ten minutes so get ready to eat!”

I giggled and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and closed it behind me, rushing to the desk to grab my favorite glass.

As I grabbed it, I heard some vibration sounds coming from the bed and when I turned my gaze to it, I saw an unknown number calling me.

I frowned, taking the phone in my hand and answering the call without saying anything.

“Annalise.”

My name, spoken in that low, deep voice, was the only proof I needed to know that it was him.

* From Russian, “moye solntse” means “My “Sun” in English.

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MAKSEN

Damn her.

Her voice felt like the first light of dawn, soft, warm, and full of promises I wanted to make to her just so I could make her happy.

As soon as I heard her, I simply felt much better than I had in the last couple of weeks. The heat was flushing through my body as the anger grew inside my limbs. I became so fucking nervous around her that it pissed me off.

I wanted to hit my face for being so weak like this when it came to her.

I started walking in circles in my room, and from time to time, I threw a quick glance in the mirror just to assure myself that I was ready to leave my house and go straight to the cabin Annalise mentioned.

I didn’t know how she managed to arrange a secret meeting for us in one of the security cabins in her forest, but I couldn’t wait to see her again.

She gave me the coordinates by using hidden words so that if Lukyan was to listen to our conversation he wouldn’t know where to look first. My girl was the smartest.

My girl.

Fucking hell, Maksen.

I shook my head, remembering how terrible I felt that I had to ignore her, but it was the only way Lukyan would’ve believed me. But after the call I consciously made yesterday, I knew he was already suspecting something about us. I was waiting for the moment when he would tell me that he knew I spoke with Anna.

But he didn’t know what a perfect liar he crafted over the past fifteen years. I was his best asset, and the person he should’ve feared the most.

Because I didn’t fear any God.

Now that wewere getting closer to the moment when we would finally see each other, I felt a strange feeling exploding inside me, an unknown happiness bursting. It scared the hell out of me.

I wasn’t used to having these types of feelings, not even around her because she had always been so close to me. Now, when the anticipation of being next to Anna was so overwhelming, I found myself breathing harder. And I didn’t want to think about what it truly meant.

I left the house and warned Bailey that if anyone asked about me, he had to tell them that I was home but I didn’t want to see anyone. I left my phone in the bedroom because I was smart enough to think that Lukyan might have wanted to track me.

He might’ve even been listening to our phone call, but thanks to Annalise, he wouldn’t suspect that we were going to meet each other.

I was ready for another shot in the leg because I’ve spoken to her again. I couldn’t care less. My heart would take a bullet for her anytime, without caring that it might stop beating.

Lukyan left for an auction in Kentucky, so we had plenty of time to stay together at the cabin.

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