CHAPTER [wey Se nedovtipa (n.) someone who can‘ take a hint Wla, I warcHep Ronan POUR MILK into his bowl of Fruit Loops. I didn’t know what was more bizarre: the fact he’d actually imported the American product, or the sight of his murderous, tattooed fingers lifting a spoonful of rainbow-colored cereal to his mouth. When I continued to stare at him, his gaze lifted to mine, a charming brow rose, and then an animated crunch of cereal and teeth sounded. The sight was disarming, inflating a kernel of humor in my stomach, and my lips tingled at the reminder of his mouth on them. I crossed my thigh-high sock clad legs to quell the heat rising. “Cat got your tongue, kotyonok?” I feigned apathy at the ridiculous idiom, but inside, a nervous energy vibrated beneath my skin, flaring between yesterday’s humiliation and a heat too familiar to what I once felt for him. “T have a headache,” I lied. “You want to know the best remedy I’ve found for that?” “Child sacrifice?” “A good fuck.” I knew that was coming, but his crude words still slid through my veins like hot water. “I’m not sure where I’d find that around here, so, please, point me in the right direction.” “We’re not going to talk about how you grinded on my cock yesterday?”