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For Haven C:
He had not seen them, but he could feel their scent on the wind now and then, and the Russo always, always turned the other way. He did not want to see the woman and the man she had seemingly left him for, the man whose presence sent his hackles rising in rage and disgust. There was something off about him; maybe it was his vile personality and the way he had held onto Anann. Anann.. the thought of her touched his heart with an icy dagger and it hurt so much. He pushed her out of his mind, trying to forget her, ignore her, never think about her ever again. Absentminded, Anatoliy touched his chest, thinking about the necklace he had gotten Anann; a scavenging success, but that day had begun the hell he felt like he lived. Or maybe he was being melodramatic, but the pain was real enough.
And that was when his thoughts again turned to the family he had left. Silas. And he had not spoken to his brother much in a while. He was embarrassed to bring himself before his sibling, his woman lost to another man who he could easily break in half like a twig. Anatoliy then thought of Liliya, who was probably happily back in the motherland again. Maybe she was happy. But Anatoliy felt the guilt that she had caused him, in his defense of her honor. He had attacked Niro, who had slept with his sister and drove her away, for whatever reason. Haven had caught them in the Russian's full fury, and he, in return, answered coldly to the higher ranking Courtier. Perhaps it was beyond time to apologize. But would he take the apology?
Perhaps the stables? Anatoliy headed in that direction, ignoring his surroundings and the lingering scents of the woman. He dreaded seeing her there, and that bastard especially, but he could ignore them and take Haven away to talk privately elsewhere. That bastard did not need to hear him apology humbly to another man, even if that man was more worthy of breathing than the vile leech Keese was. The scent was faint, but there. He had to be nearby. "Haven? Are you here? I am vanting to speak vith you..," he called out to no one, wondering if that was truly so, and he was alone.
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