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Anastasia Morozova is a kinslayer. Anya Varamyr is a murderer. Anastasia is a decorated soldier. Anya is a backstreet cutthroat. Anastasia would die for her country. Anya would die for her friends.
Anastasi...
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Left wobbling on her feet in the room with Jesper, Wylan, Genya and Zoya, Anya finally let herself drop to the ground in a crouch. Her fingers rubbed at her temples as she let the jurda take its full effect. "Oh, this is going to be so awkward!"
Jesper offered her a half hearted pat on the back. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but all I got from that was that you've fucked the King of Ravka."
Anya groaned again and buried her face into her knees. "Oh, lighten up Nastya!" Anya looked up at Zoya with wide pupils. "Do I even get a proper hello - is that jurda? Not parem, I hope."
"Ah, it's a long story, Zoya," she grumbled, using Jesper's leg to pull herself back to her feet. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but the timing is a little- "
"Inconvenient?" Genya suggested.
"To say the least," Anya smiled, before glancing back at Wylan, who was nervously trying to get the red headed woman's attention. "Oh, uh - Wylan has something to ask you, Genya."
"Wait, so does this mean you've fucked the infamous Sturmhond and the King - or do you count them as the same person?" Jesper continued, a disbelieving smile playing on his lips. "You really do get around, Anya."
"You're one to talk," she shot back, nudging him to shut up as Wylan prepared to make his speech.
"Um, ma'am," Wylan started, tripping over his words. "Miss Genya- "
"Oh, he's so sweet!"
"You always take to the strays," Zoya said in a sour tone, but Anya was busy smiling away like a proud mother.
"That's our Wylan for you," she grinned, propping herself up on Jesper's shoulder. "Sweetest kid on the block."
"Wylan," Genya mused. "The boy Nina tailored to look like Kuwei? You want me to undo her work?"
Wylan looked back at her with wide eyes, only opening his mouth at her encouraging nod. "Yes. But I don't have anything to bargain with."
Genya huffed. "Why are the Kerch so focused on money?"
"A really charming place you've chosen to settle down in, Anastasia," Zoya sneered.
Jesper rolled his eyes. "Your friend's a real charmer, Anya. What crawled up her ass and died?"
Anya covered up Jesper's words with a loud cough, grinning innocently at Zoya when she turned around to glare at the lanky boy at her side. "I want a word with you, Anastasia. More than a word, actually - more like a rather long and intrusive conversation."
