“Take care of her,” he tells me in a low tone only I can hear. I’ll do more than take care of her, old man. I’ll ruin your entire empire through her. “It’ll be a miracle if he takes care of himself,” she mutters under her breath. Sergei clears his throat, kisses her head, and then offers her his hand. She kisses it, then I’m forced to do the same to show respect and blah fucking blah.
