"Pavel was with him when I was grabbing the supplies." When he sees the look on Timofey's face, he continues, "But I'll go make sure he's not trying to feed him pieces of cereal again."
Akim skips around the corner with an undeserved pep in his step.
"You two are friends, but he's still afraid of you," I observe.
"Everyone is afraid of me."
"Lovely thought," I mutter sarcastically. "You should have that engraved on your tombstone."
Without warning, Timofey whips around and turns the water off. He wraps a linen towel around my arm and directs me to the island.
His gentle touch is shocking enough that I don't resist. Not even when he grabs me around the waist and places me on the countertop.
"Take these." He folds two white pills into my hand.
"What are they?"
"Poison."
I roll my eyes. "Hilarious."
"They're Tylenol, Piper. Just take them. You're going to be hurting a lot in a little while if you don't."
