Page 141 of Legacy
And Vasilisa, bless her glitter-dusted soul, keeps going. “We were talking about the marks you left. I said some were bites and she asked about them, and I said sometimes things get a little intense, and she said she used to date a Dom!”
Shebeams.
Santo, meanwhile, looks like he might seize.
“Dea,” he mutters, voice low and strangled.
“What?” she says innocently, looking between us with those big blue eyes.
I mouth,oh my God, into my drink.
Santo looks like he’d rather be shot than standing here.
“What?” she repeats, genuinely confused. “You asked what was adventurous. I answered. Do you not want me to be honest?”
He swallows so hard I hear it.
I stare down at my drink, willing the booth to swallow me whole. “It wasn’t—I didn’t mean… It was a long time ago.”
He clears his throat. “That’s… between you and your husband.”
I lift my glass like maybe if I drink enough, I’ll just black out and never have to live through this.
“Not my fault you asked,” she says to Santo pointed, looking between the two of us like she hasn’t just created the most awkward triangle in the club. “She was just curious because of the bruises. I told her about the one on my shoulder this morning from when you bit me.”
“Ay Dios,” I whisper, wanting to melt through the couch.
Santo looks like he’s seeing visions. War flashbacks. His soul leaving his body.
“Time to go,” he says abruptly.
Vasilisa nods, completely unbothered, and stands with her perfect sparkle dress and her utter lack of shame.
“Alright Mr. Embarrassed,” she mumbles sliding her hand into his. “Bye, Adriana!”
I wave limply, unable to speak.
They start walking away, and I think maybe,just maybe,we’re in the clear.
But then Vasilisa glances over her shoulder and says brightly, “We’ll talk more about it soon, okay?”
I blink.
“About what?” I ask, panic rising.
She grins. “Your Dom. I have questions.”
And then she’s gone, glittering away like chaos in pumps, Santo trailing beside her looking like he’s just survived a car crash.
I sink into the booth and drag a hand down my face.
Holy fuck.
I am never having girl talk in public again.
But damn it.
I smile to myself.
