Kira started to giggle. She smothered the sound against Viktor’s chest. He nuzzled her affectionately.“Maybe they will go away?” he suggested.The knock sounded again. This time it was louder. “Kira?”Kira froze. The old fears came flooding back. “That’s my father.”“What do you want, Berezin?” Viktor called back. “Kira is changing clothes, and then we are leaving to go home. You’re not welcome here.”“I want to speak to my daughter, Domnin!” Berezin slammed his fist against the door, making it shiver.Kira took a deep breath. She had no desire to speak with Anton Berezin. Yet she had to remind herself that she wasn’t the same young woman who had followed her father’s every dictate. She was Kira Domnin now. “I can do this, Viktor. It’s all right. Just give us a few minutes privacy. You can stand right outside the door within shouting distance.”“Are you sure?” Viktor began straightening his clothes. “I won’t make you talk to that bastard if you don’t want to.”“I’m sure.”
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