Political Whores

'Only A Fool Will Challenge An Oracle's Prediction.'

"A sorcerer putting a ring on my cousin?" Throwing his head back Igor let out a throaty laugh again.

Esmeray stood there soaking in Igor Orlov's statement.

Cousins?

He was Vladimir's Cousin? Why didn't Vladimir tell her before? But then again Esmeray had never asked him about his family mostly because she was afraid that if she asked him then she will have to share about her family too. And family was a subject Esmeray yearned to bury in her past along with the persistent nightmares that plagued her mind.

Up close she could see that Igor had the same green eyes as Vladimir but a shade lighter but besides that, there was nothing familiar between them.

Igor was a giant who had a warning written on his forehead in a neon color that the man could break you like a bloody stick if you even dare to greet him. He seemed like a man who ate cute puppies for breakfast.

He had a strong jaw hidden behind the veil of a light beard. His nos