Possessed hearts - стр. 9

– Right. In two and a half months! – Misha grumbled resentfully.

– Two months is nothing, you know that.

– Then you must promise to come for at least a week!

– I promise, you little extortionist.

Misha smiled broadly.

– But how are you doing? – I hurriedly turned the conversation to another topic.

– Everything is magical! We moved to Stockholm.

– I know that, Martin told me. What else?

– Nothing interesting yet. That's true.

– What about your husband?

– Oh! Fredrik got an invitation from the Royal Swedish Orchestra to play the nyckelharpa! – Misha 's eyes shone with pride.

I remember him playing that strange instrument. He's a virtuoso, you can't argue with that. But I knew Fredrik very well.

– And he refused," I said in an affirmative tone.

– Yes… But it would have been great… You know, we even had a little fight about it… – Misha grimaced.

I know how much she loves Fredrik, and that every disagreement is like a thunderclap for her.

– … but then they made up. I just want to make sure his talent isn't wasted!

– I don't think he sees it that way. – I said with a laugh.

– No, of course not… By the way, do you know who will celebrate with us? – suddenly asked Misha.

– Martin told me. Brandon? – I replied grimly.

– No… Brandon left literally five minutes ago…

– Yeah?" I interrupted my sister. – I'm sorry. Why?

– Mariszka said that Cedric and Brandon can't stand each other," Misha explained in a sad tone. – And when Cedric saw Brandon, he suddenly had something very urgent to do. Brandon ended up giving little Cedric presents and leaving. And Cedric suddenly said that his important business could be taken care of tomorrow. There.

The world was colourful again. He's gone. I won't see him. I won't be forced to smile at him and say false phrases. That's a relief. He's gone.

But I won't stay at the Morgans' all night. I'll leave the party at 12:00 and fly to Toronto at 8:06.

– And what was the reason for their mutual dislike? – I asked.

Cedric and Brandon can't stand each other. It's obvious. Since when? As I remembered, they'd had a few words at Mariszka's wedding, and they hadn't acted as detached as they did now.

– I don't know, but Markus said they've always been at odds… Come on, let's go! You've never seen Cédric, have you? Only in pictures? – Misha grabbed my hand again and we almost ran towards the front doors.

That's true. I've never seen my nephew. But Misha sent me pictures of him every month, so my laptop had about a thousand pictures of Cedric: Cedric drinking blood from a bottle, Cedric playing with Aunt Misha 's hair, Cedric sitting in his father's arms and making a grimace, Cedric running around the yard, Cedric… There didn't seem to be any activity that Cedric wasn't doing in the pictures. But I got all these pictures from Misha. And none from Mariszka. I don't care. It didn't bother me.

We hurried up the wide stone stairs to the huge main hall of the castle, and I was immediately embraced by Mscislav, my other older brother.

Misha fled to her husband.

– Ah, there you are! And did not miss me, apparently, for nine years! – said my brother with a laugh.

– I missed you, although, in truth, there was no time to be bored! – I said cheerfully, and gave him an appraising look. – Damn, I'd forgotten how handsome you are! But that bowtie doesn't suit you, take it off immediately!