Anya

Chapter Thirty-One

Anya – Chapter Thirty-One

   Surrounding him and his wife were twenty-five guards. Some were stood straight behind the door, ready to attack and the rest were huddling around Katerina and himself. They were prepared. He did not know this man but he was not going to let him into his house until he has explained himself.

   This man who had been described to him on more than a few occasions could be the man that has escaped Anceps. It was a possibility that daunted him. Nikolai Kanatova was still in the dungeons and despite Katerina’s insistence, he was not revealing anything.

   He told us that he thinks it is a man named Rolchov who has escaped but Demyan did not believe him. How did the most powerful man currently known not know is beyond him. He had to have known and it was frustrating.

   Nikolai did not have his powers but he had an aura surrounding him that told Demyan that he was still dangerous. Sure, he was frail and weak looking and he had nothing to bargain with but Demyan still felt uneasy around him and he had never felt that about anyone before.

   There was a foreshadowing surrounding him and Demyan did not like it.

      Even when Nikolai’s conditions in the cells increased and he actually had a bed to sleep on, he still did not reveal anything. The man seemed ungrateful and Demyan was still trying to figure out the chip that remained on his shoulder.

   The prince had placed some guards along the hill to give feedback on whereabouts they were and apparently they were only a few minutes away now. Demyan was actually going to see his daughter again. The nightmares he had endured and the pain he had suffered from watching his family crumble around him was starting to heal again.

   He was going to wrap her up in his arms and vows to never let her go again. He could not help but feel overprotective. She was his baby. He remembered her when she was born and her tiny eyes opened and she gripped onto his little finger and refused to let go. Wrapped up in her pink blanket, he had never experienced a feeling as strong or as warm before but every single time he looked at one of his three, special girls, he felt it and the emptiness since Anya had been gone had left a void in his life.

   He looked down at Katerina, whose eyes were trained on the kitchen door as she waited and he gave her hand a little squeeze. His heart was thundering against his chest at a bruising rate. He only hoped this man was safe. He had made sure that nothing could go wrong.

   He hoped that this man was not dangerous, he truly did. If Anya trusted him, it was more than enough for him but if he was dangerous and he had hurt her, he was going to kill him. When the guards surrounded him, if Anya told him to let him go he was going to, no doubt about it. He would still like to speak to the guy but he would let him be free.

   It was not even that that worried him, it was the possibility of this man and the body he was carrying being something so deadly and evil that he would not be able to save her. The body he was carrying had been confirmed dead, which had peaked his interests considerably but again, until they came through that door, there was no telling what had happened since he last saw his daughter.

   “Katerina,” he whispered.

      “Yes?”

      He gulped, “Can you go and stand in the hallway until we bring this guy down? If he is the man from Anceps, it could get dangerous and the last thing I want is something similar to what had happened to my Uncle Nicholas.” I already knew what she was going to say.

   “I am not Demyan, my daughter is about to-“ She was cut off when the door opened.

      “Now be quiet,” Anya muttered. “If my father finds-“