“He was surprised? For six months they sent summons and orders to return Nikto, and he was surprised?!”
“Yes! And no. You know… I think they were ready. I didn’t take the prince, remembering your order, although it was very easy to do so. They didn’t even resist.”
“They resigned to the inevitability. It’s good. And yes, you did the right thing that you didn’t take him today. We can take him any day, any minute. Taking the prince for me is no problem,” Kors was silent for a moment, thinking, “I want to do it beautifully.”
“You should send him a note… from Karina, for example,” Arwa suggested.
“No,” Kors shook his head, “even this is not necessary. I don't want to interfere her into it anymore. He will come here to this office himself, if I order! He will fulfill all that I command! Do you doubt?”
“No,” Ron Arwa looked down, “I have no doubt.”
Chapter two
Vitor Kors and Karina
“Clive Gabriel told me Wolf had arrested Nikto today?”
Vitor Kors grimaced.
“Where are your manners?! Wolf! Don’t call him like that when you talk with me!”
Karina shrugged.
“Okay, I won’t, it's just that everyone calls him that…”
“Did you want to talk about something? I don’t have much time…”
“Well, dad!”
“Yes. I'm listening to you.”
But Karina suddenly rounded the table, went to her father, hugged him tightly, sitting on his knees, hiding his face on his chest.
“I'm listening to you. I will accept whatever you say. And if you want it, it will be so. Therefore, don’t worry so much!”
Karina looked up in surprise and pulled away:
“What are you talking about?”
“And you?”
“I wanted to talk to you about Nikto…”
“About whom?!”
“And what did you think?”
“About Clive Gabriel!”
And seeing the slightly confused expression on her father’s face, Karina laughed:
“Dad! You thought I would ask you… pooh… I don’t even have my tongue turning to say such nasty things!”
“So you…”
“I don’t need him, and that’s all! Don’t even dare to think about this!” And, seeing how frank relief was reading on her father’s face, Karina pressed herself against him again, straightened tenderly his white gray lock, beautifully removed from high forehead. That was the only grayish strand among thick dark hair.
“How could you think!”
“What should I have thought?! First he comes to me and asks for you. Then you come and want to talk seriously about something!”