Apr 27, 2017
Of all the people to show up at her door, Nikolai Romanov would have been the last person Diana would have expected to see standing on her veranda. It took but a moment to recall the last time they’d seen each other, the last night they’d spent together almost five years ago. Little did he know, she was reminded of that night on a daily basis. A thousand different scenarios were being played out in her head in those few seconds, leaning her arm against the door frame, her other on the knob as she eyed him once over. She was almost interested in seeing which sequence she’d already conjured would play out. “Nikolai.” she acknowledged coolly.