Our butler, Nolan, walks inside, all dressed in his impeccable suit and the slightly crooked bow tie. “I’ve got this, Nolan. Thanks,” I tell him as I fetch eggs from the fridge. “Sir, that’s not it.” “Then what is it?” “You have a peculiar visitor.” “This early…?” I lift my head and I can hear the sound of my shattering heart as my eyes meet those deep-blue ones. Nikolai is in my parents' house.
