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Did he just mention texting? As in, Sasha is texting him? I’m seriously contemplating why I didn’t let Viktor shoot him last night in that fucking duffel bag. Sasha nods. “I really wanted to bring Karina here when your mother wasn’t around, hoping to make it easier for her.” “Good call,” says Konstantin. “Thanks, Sasha.” Karina takes her hand and offers her a dimpled smile. “I couldn’t have done this without you.” “Well, isn’t this lovely?” I stride inside. “A family reunion that’s only missing cake and champagne.” “Kirill!” Karina says excitedly and jumps up, nearly spilling the contents of the bowl. “Look, I’m outside! I came through the garden and only had one panic attack and…” She trails off, realizing that she’s talking to me when she swore she’d hate me for eternity. Then she flops back to Konstantin’s side, hugging the bowl. “Am I dreaming, or are you here to visit?” my brother asks with a hint of annoying gloating. “Definitely dreaming. I’m here to inspect the situation, not v