Svetlana's eyes fell closed and she let relief wash over her. She was in an entirely new country and nothing had gone right. She had already failed in making Azra know he came first, but she was too busy feeling relieved he wasn't sending her back in shame.
She was only eighteen.
And now she was under an angel's protection. "Thank you," she said with feeling. "I was supposed to ask about you and how to make you happy, but I don't want to upset you. Do...you want to know about me?"