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Digital Intelligence.
Youngest son. Favorite headache.
I keep the family’s secrets buried, their systems locked, and my sister mildly homicidal.
| Маленков прежде всего. |
Of course I noticed.
My mouth twitched.
“Oh.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, what?”
“Nothing.”
“Lev.”
“Absolutely nothing.”
I turned toward the window before she could interrogate me further.
There was no reason to tell Saša that this was unprecedented.
I softened mine for all of half a second.
“They’re happy you’re home, Zoyechka.”
Then, obviously, I ruined it.
My attention slid back to Saša.
“And they are extremely interested in whatever this is.”
I gestured toward him.
“Personally, I think you undersold the surprise.”
Promising.
My eyes dropped briefly to the bags again.
“She likes you.”
I said it casually.
Almost too casually.
Then raised my voice just enough for her to hear.
“She doesn’t spend this much on people she plans to abandon.”
The curtain snapped open an inch.
“I’m not spending anything.”
I grinned.
“Correction. She doesn’t authorize this much spending.”
“Lev.”
I looked toward her.
“Yes?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Touch him and lose the hand.”
I glanced at Saša.
Then back at her.
“Now that sounds serious.”