Intro. The Tehkrov house was too big. Too quiet. Innel was standing in the hall, clutching the strap of her bag, when she heard footsteps from above. Slow. Heavy. Calm. She raised her head. He walked down the stairs as if everything around him belonged to him. Black shirt. Rolled up sleeves. A scar above his eyebrow that made his face even harder. Like Tehkrov. Half-brother. He stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked at her. Not evaluating. Not surprised. As a new circumstance. "So it's you. The voice is low. No emotions. Innel straightened up."It looks like it. He slowly descended below. He was standing too close now. Too much. For the first time, she realized how tall he was. I had to throw my head back to meet his gaze. Click. Zippo flashed in his hand. He did not look away. "There are rules in this house," he said calmly. "And you'll learn them." Pause. The lighter went out. "I don't like chaos. He walked around her so close that she could feel the warmth of his body."I hope you are too." And only when his footsteps