As the closet door swung open, Alina had stiffened, hands rising as a ball of light appeared. But as she saw it was Nikolai, she relaxed once more. “Saints,” she breathed, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
“He’s already warned me about you. He doesn’t want me to see you without a chaperone.” Though it was said with a smile. “…he also spoke about removing your father from power.”