C54 The One
Zenovia
‘Oh, Doamne… Mother Mary, all saints… Domovoy… Please protect us!’ I entreated in my mind upon seeing Marisha holding a gun⸺Maks’ gun, as I recognized it immediately. I glanced at our babies, and I could tell they were still undisturbed despite our presence here.
Maksimillian moved between me and his aunt. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to cover me with his bulk against the gun