Chương 18: Chapter 18

“Donal, what’s wrong?” Alexei asked, putting his arms around him and pulled him into his chest. “What has you so unhappy, little mouse?”

“Look around you, I don’t belong here.” Donal pointed to the gilded moldings, the golden tableware and plates. There were raised gold and enameled serving platters, and the furniture was of French origin and upholstered in blue silk. Donal had worked the armory one year during the antique show, and he recognized the great value of the pieces in the room. He looked around him. Alexei’s security acted as footmen. Donal shook his head.