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Without further adieu, enjoy these chapters...

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DEVI BHATT

One week later and we're still lounging around like we're on vacation. My gold chain is back home around my neck, and we're all currently sitting in an outdoor restaurant waiting for food.

Chanthira still isn't talking to Feliks.

The kids sit on either side of me, which feels a little close. I'm holding onto my valuables for dear life right now.

"Have you chosen what you want to eat?" I ask them.

"Yeah," Khami says. "I want that." She chooses the biggest burger on the menu.

"You won't be able to finish that," Chanthira rejects.

"Can I have that?" Emily asks, sweetly.

"Yeah," her mom replies.

"That's not fair," Khami complains, folding her arms, her head falling onto the table with a thump.

Grisha calls the waiter over, and everyone tells him their order. No thank you.

I point to my item and whisper to Khami, "can you order this for me."

Her face lights up and she nods. She sits up straight waiting patiently for her turn, smiling cheerfully. Chanthira raised her well.

"Can I order this please?" She points towards the complete opposite side to where my order is. It's fine, she's probably ordering hers first..

The waiter squints his eyes, then nods repeating the order to her. "The XL Turkey bacon burger?"

"Yep," she nods frantically.

"Busarakham," Chanthira says, annoyed.

"What? Devi agreed to share it with me," she whines.

No, I did not.

I sit in my seat, a smile plastered on my face as I nod at Chanthira.

Great.

The waiter moves onto Sasha.

"Can I have the red curry please," she tells him.

"Sure anything else?" he asks, checking her out clearly and smiling flirtatiously.

"A coke, thank you," she hands the menu back to him, looking at him in the same way.

He quickly writes something down on the paper and when he takes back the menu he gives it. Before she can look at it, Demyan grabs hold of it whilst staring at the waiter.

The waiter moves on his feet slightly. I think he's nervous.

Demyans jaw ticks as he goes to get something out of his pocket. A lighter. He lights the corner on fire watching the rest of it be engulfed by the flames.

"Demyan," Sasha elbows him in the ribs and tries grabbing the paper from his hand, but he just moves it out of reach. "ne bud' takoy skotinoy, ty imbetsil." (Don't be such a brute, you imbecile)

When she tries grabbing the lighter, he asks, "a zachem tebe eto?" (why do you want this?)

"Chtoby podzhech' tebya," she growls. (to set you on fire)

"I chto by eto dalo?" he asks quietly. ( And what would that accomplish?)

"Moye schast'ye." (my happiness)