Lady of the Rings

Katya

"...there is something I left out about..."

My ears were open in rapt attention,

My heart skipping,

My palms tightening around his.

He was going to tell me something that seemed to have been eating at him over the past few days, when he had zoned out sometimes after lovemaking.

I had wanted to ask, but chosen to trust him, to let him tell me on his own terms.

And now he was saying it.

Except that Christopher Petrov-Castello (or Castello-Petrov as Ferrara graciously claimed) chose that moment to rush towards us, with those two annoying adults right beside him, wearing a grin a considered completely irritating.

Scratch that my brother was in that pair.

"Daddy, mommy, see the toy uncle Carlos bought for me!" Christopher lifted a plush doll that looked very much like a scarecrow, some ugly thing which managed to draw my attention enough to scare me.

"Oh...it's quite...uncommon." I forced myself to mutter, my face squeezed as I took one look at Carlos who looked like he was having a