"We'll talk in the morning," I mutter sleepily. - Let's sleep together
Lewis relents and closes his eyes.
When I open my eyes again, the room is light. I turn my head to the side and see Lewis sleeping next to me. One of his arms gently squeezes my waist, and the other is in my hair. I involuntarily smile and look at his face. In a dream, he looks so relaxed and young. I brush a strand of gray hair off his forehead and brush my lips against his.
Prothero opens his eyes and smiles.
Good morning, I purr. He carefully intertwines our fingers and nods. For a while we lie silently and look into each other's eyes. All the horrors of that video are instantly forgotten. It was before me, before Anastasia. Now he, like me, is on the side of light and wants to save this world.
That's not the effect Fersday expected, Lewis chuckles and slips his hand under my blouse.
Children I stop him. - Behind the next wall.
That's why we need to move to Escala. Lewis removes his hand and I feel lost. They are at one end of the house, we are at the other. And I will finally hug you. And maybe not only...
"You're a spoiled brat, Lewis," I scold him. He laughs and gets up.
In the name of all that is holy, he's naked! I open my mouth like a schoolgirl and stare at him. I expected him to be skinny and buff, but no, he is quite plump, sleek and tanned.
There is in his figure some heavy elegance and beauty of the ancient Greek gods. A blush rises to the cheeks. I hide my eyes from my husband and smile. In this form, he slept with me all night ...
- What? Lewis wonders when he sees my look.
You have a beautiful body, I say, embarrassed.
I know, he says, and leaves.
Half an hour later we are sitting at the table having breakfast. I tell the children about my visit to Fred. They are in shock. Especially Mia. The girl is ready to cry.
Fursday had no right to show you this without preparing you, Christian growls. - What if you went crazy? What was he thinking?
Nothing, hatred for me covers his eyes, Lewis chuckles. He will do anything to make me suffer. He doesn't care about Anastasia.
I cringe at the truth of his words and nod to my husband.
We need to talk to him like a man, Elliot suggests.
- I'll take care of it. And you go buy stationery. Prothero quickly finishes his breakfast and gets up.
POV Lewis.
Fred is wrong... Yesterday, when Ana came home from him, I immediately understood that he had done something to her.
Her nightmare lived up to my worst expectations. Americans treat their people like expendables, while I take care of everyone in the Owl, no matter if he is a spy or just a priestess of love.
The fact that Thursday is willing to sacrifice his best agent doesn't bother me. Spy games are like chess: you sacrifice a little to win the game. But I will not allow anyone to sacrifice my family.
Yes, we are a fake family, yes, the Grays are not my children, but with them I remembered who I am, allowed myself to smile again and be happy. And Anastacia She would make a great woman and a submissive for me. I think we need to start opening it up in her.
With such thoughts, I walk through the streets of London to the headquarters of American intelligence. I'll tell him everything! He will dance with me!
As I near their headquarters, I notice Fersday slowly appearing in the alley across from me. With incredible speed, I rush to him and after a couple of minutes I press him against a stone wall.
What did you show Anya? She almost lost her mind! I growl.
"Let me go, you animal," Fred wheezes. I take care of her and my goddaughter! I don't know what you promised her, but I'll lay down my bones to keep them safe.
-I'm an animal, you're right, and you're a bitch! It's worse! I growl. We look at each other with fury and breathe heavily. What if Ana had gone mad? Have you thought about children? She cried all night! And only in the morning, when I lay down with her, she somehow calmed down, - I hiss.
- You lay down with her ... - Fred is shocked. - She let it down? I thought she would pack her things, take the kids and leave!
- No shit! She needs me! I need her! We are Family! I scream. And for her and the children, I will break your neck, understand?
Fred pulls out of my grip and looks into my eyes.
She is not a stranger to me! I raised her! I'm Mia's godfather! I think I have a right to be worried about them! Fred whispers. You ve been protecting Valerie since you were seven, too.
Oh yes ... What a crazy big brother I was - it's a gesture. I think that's why Valerie is still alone. Her guys went through the most stringent selection with me, and I clung to virtually every one of them.
Fortunately, my sister quickly threw nonsense out of her head and began to lean on her studies. And because of this, she studied well and eventually entered the history department and became a guide in the Tower Museum.
Protective, but don t show her snuff videos of the ones she loves, I growl. Believe me, Ana and the children are fine.
"I won't believe it until I see it myself," shouts Fred. And because of you, we didn't discuss the operation with her.
Then come join us for dinner tonight, I chuckle. And you will see the goddaughter, and Anastasia. And boys. By the way, they know who I am and what I do. We will discuss everything.
I will come, and God forbid you will be at least somehow different from a normal English family, Fersday hisses and leaves.
- Grab a drink! I shout after him.
I return home and see that the children are packed for school and fully prepared for the first day in "Eden", which will come for them the day after tomorrow.
How did it go with Fred? Ana asks, sitting in the living room with a laptop. I sit down next to her and kiss her on the nose.
I invited him to dinner tonight, I hug her. Everyone wants to make sure you're okay.
Miss Steele blanks her eyes.
I wanted to invite him to dinner yesterday, but it didn t work out, and you Ana smiles. We have the same thoughts.
That's right, I whisper. Her smile is the most powerful antidepressant for me, the most magical remedy for all ailments. She, like Mia, is what I live for now.
Papa Bear is coming to read morals to us? Elliot enters the living room and looks at us expectantly.
More like dinner, I say. "For now, just have dinner, and then we'll see."
I hear Mia's joyful cry from the living room. She seems to miss her godfather.
So you need to be calm and collected. Christian appears next to my brother, and I nod to him.
Well, are we going to cook dinner for the big bad bear? Anastacia smiles conspiratorially, and we get up from the sofa