Zoya knows instantly her knee-jerk thought is wrong.
Thank the Saints, I'm not alone.
No, Nikolai should be in Ravka, dealing with the so-called 'Blight' and the return of the wretched Darkling after everything they'd endured with Elizaveta's thorn wood and sap. But Zoya is known to be a selfish creature, and she finds the storm that's been quietly brewing within her since she arrived here has finally, even if temporarily, quieted at the sound of his voice.
But there's always a chance he's merely that: a voice inside her head. After all, she's plagued now with her own, a very old Saint's, and a fucking dragon's. (And hasn't she spent the last several days here asking herself, "What would Nikolai do?" among her questions of Genya's actions, Tamar's, and even Tolya's?)
Ignoring the clean-up, she turns to Nikolai with an unquestionable sense of familiarity, quietly grateful that he is here, not a voice in her head like Juris. Tilting her chin upward, she smiles at him a touch haughtily. "Isn't it a good thing I'm here then?" Who else can tame the weather better than Sankta Zoya of the Storms?
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Thank the Saints, I'm not alone.
No, Nikolai should be in Ravka, dealing with the so-called 'Blight' and the return of the wretched Darkling after everything they'd endured with Elizaveta's thorn wood and sap. But Zoya is known to be a selfish creature, and she finds the storm that's been quietly brewing within her since she arrived here has finally, even if temporarily, quieted at the sound of his voice.
But there's always a chance he's merely that: a voice inside her head. After all, she's plagued now with her own, a very old Saint's, and a fucking dragon's. (And hasn't she spent the last several days here asking herself, "What would Nikolai do?" among her questions of Genya's actions, Tamar's, and even Tolya's?)
Ignoring the clean-up, she turns to Nikolai with an unquestionable sense of familiarity, quietly grateful that he is here, not a voice in her head like Juris. Tilting her chin upward, she smiles at him a touch haughtily. "Isn't it a good thing I'm here then?" Who else can tame the weather better than Sankta Zoya of the Storms?