"Oh good," Misha said quickly, when he hadn't been intending to say it at all. He sometimes had a habit of doing that, speaking his thoughts out loud.
"I mean great, your English is perfect, Bella. Welcome to Crescent Hills. I just got here myself, last week, but I suppose you've had further to come, right?"
From a nunnery, he reminded himself. Where she's lived her whole life, because she's a virgin and she's yours. It was still a lot to take in, even though he had known about her since she was bought and paid for. Pictures and a name was one thing. A living, breathing girl was another.