Page 140 of Revenge
“Are you feeling okay?” Viktor asks, opening the bedroom door.
“Yes, why?” I sit up.
“Marco mentioned you haven’t gone downstairs all morning.”
“Just a little tired. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You haven’t really been yourself since our talk.”
“It’s just a lot to process. I’m fine, really.”
“I’m here,” he adds, walking over to the bed.
“I see.” I smile. “What brings you here?” I try to change the subject.
“I thought I’d take you and the kids out.”
“Really?”
He sits on the bed. “Don’t sound so shocked. I thought we could go away somewhere. Somewhere outside the city.”
“That sounds perfect.” Maybe this is what we need. A break from everything. The storm is nearly here, and after our conversation, I don’t know if we will get another opportunity. “I’ll get the kids ready.” I smile.
“The nannies are packing the kids. All you need to do is get ready and pack clothes for a couple of days. I have everything else handled.”
“What are you up to, Viktor Manarch?” I eye him.
“I guess you’ll have to get ready to see.”
We’ve been driving for nearly an hour, and Viktor still doesn’t want to tell me where we’re going. The scenery is beautiful as we drive, and as far as I can tell, we’re heading upstate. It’s nice to get a break from the skyscrapers. Oliver and Viktor are in the front seat while I’m in the back with the kids, who are napping. It feels like we’re a normal family doing normal things. We aren’t in the middle of whatever Viktor is facing. He doesn’t talk business anymore at home, but I see how stressed he is.
He looks at me through the mirror, and we both smile.
Another hour goes by before he turns off the road, and it looks like we are pulling up to a cabin.
“We’re here,” Viktor says.
“Where is here exactly?” I ask, looking around.
He doesn’t answer, instead turning the engine off and opening his door. It takes a few minutes to get the kids out of the SUV. He takes Aisling, and I hold Niko.
“Are you going to tell me where here is?” I ask again.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Viktor—”
“Come on, don’t be so stubborn.”
Since it’s useless to stay outside the cabin asking him questions, I follow him. The cabin is amazing, and I’m in awe. It has a rustic charm with modern touches and looks like it’s right out of a magazine. Angus, Marco, and Jimmy, who were in the SUV behind us, follow us as we enter the cabin.
Through the front door is a beautiful foyer with high ceilings and exposed wood details.
“This place is beautiful,” I exclaim, reaching out to feel the smooth wood. “Who lives here?”
“We do,” he responds with a broad smile.
I give him a questioning look. “You might have to give me more,” I say with a smile.
