As soon as he hears Viktorâs voice in the hallway, a cold dread settles upon him. Frowning, he casts a glance at a peacefully sleeping Otabek before quietly scrambling up and heading towards the door, leaving Adiya to tend to her brother.Â
      âThe fuck are you doing here?â He demands, closing the door behind himself. Really, he doesnât have to ask. He knows Yakovâs behind this little unexpected visit. It makes his blood boil, or as much as it can boil at the moment. At eighteen, he feels as if he doesnât need a babysitter. âHe doesnât want visitors. Youâre wasting your time. Go.â
                           â@toerr











