Just a few more chapters to go… Without giving too much away, in this chapter; Dmitri tries to make amends with the Dowager…
"Great job, Dmitri…" he muttered to himself sarcastically "You screwed up big time!" He expected it to happen any time soon… Dmitri knew that she would eventually see through it… but Anya's reaction still cut through him like knives… How could he make up for it? What caught his eye was the Dowager who was being escorted to a car outside… a plan began to form in Dmitri's head…
Once he knew the Dowager was inside, Dmitri quickly slid into the driver's seat and the car roared away from sight… he knew that these skills he acquired as a street rat would come in handy!
"Hey!" An angry, deep voice cried as he drove as fast as he could… the Dowager, rather stunned by the fast motion, ordered "Ilya, slow down!"
"I'm not Ilya and I won't slow down!" Dmitri retorted, turning around to face the old woman.
Recognizing the young man, she cried angrily "You! How dare you?! Stop this car immediately! Stop this car!"
The car slammed to a stop in front of a hotel, the hotel that he, Vlad and Anya were staying in... Dmitri jumped out of the car and went around to the Dowager's door and opened it.
"You have to talk to her!" He begged "Just look at her. Please."
"I won't be badgered by you a moment longer." She persisted.
"Do you recognize this?" He took out a music box and thrusted it gently into her hands. The Dowager gasped in shock and held it against her chest tightly.
"Oh, where did you get this?" Her face softened and years of loneliness and grief seemed to wash away from it…
"I know you've been hurt and went through a lot..." Dmitri's voice softened "But it's just possible that she's been as lost and alone as you."
"You'll stop at nothing will you?"
"I'm probably about as stubborn as you are…" He escorted the old woman to the door. "Now, hurry before it's too late…"
Oh, shoot! I did it again, didn't I? Well, I'm just gonna have to roll with it! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!