“And Vika is quite something,” says Vlad’s best friend.
“Fresh blood in our stagnant swamp.”
“Don’t even think about going to her.”
“Why? Do you want her?”
I’m standing there, nearly dead from fear, eavesdropping on their conversation. I wait, terrified, for what Vlad will answer.
“No. I don’t need Vika. But you don’t go to her either.”
Those words from Vlad cut straight into my heart.
“Not needed…” Quietly, I slip back into my room.
Well, at least I managed to like his nice best friend. Vlad Sobolev. My first love. Unrequited. Painful. We didn’t see each other for four years. That was enough for me to stop loving Vlad and to get out of my mind over him.
So it’s even more amusing to watch how he starts to lose his mind over me once I agree to date his best friend.