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slowly, he approached, studying me like a scientist might a previously undiscovered strain of bacteria. As I was barefoot, the top of my head didn’t so much as reach his shoulders and I was forced to angle my head so as to throw him an angry look, a fact that frustrated me even more.
    “Who would have thought such a slip of a girl could be so cranky,” he looked me up and down. “As for eating little children, you’re safe right now. I had breakfast already.”
    I narrowed my eyes to look at him, then clenched my jaw before raising one hand to flick him the bird. In return he just arched his pierced eyebrow slightly and turned to Nikolai.
    “Don’t worry boss. I'll manage her. This won’t be a problem,” he lifted a large sports bag from the floor next to the couch and headed to the room at the end of the hall.
    “What did I do to deserve this?” I hissed when Alex was out of sight and slumped into a nearest chair.
    “Oh come on, Sasha! I don’t know why you're making such a fuss. I thought you’d like having someone closer to your age guarding you. It’s better than one of those middle-aged gorilla types. I know how much you hate them.”
    “Hah! So instead you brought me a tattooed ogre with a mohawk! If your intention was to frighten off anyone who might wish me harm then trust me, you did a great job. As soon as they set eyes on him they’ll run a mile. I just hope I don’t wet my pants out of fear when I bump into him on my way to the bathroom at nights.”
    “That’s enough!” Nikolai brought his hand down firmly on the arm of the chair and gripped it, “Stop acting like a spoiled brat. Alex is here to make sure you live to see your twentieth birthday, not for decorative purposes!”
    “You know what ... Go to hell!”
    “Don’t talk to me that way! What would your mother say if she could see you now?”
    “But she can’t, right?” I shouted and pointed a finger at him, “Thanks to you!”
    Jumping up from the chair, I ran to my room, slamming the door as loudly as I could. Collapsing onto the bed, I pulled the quilt up and over my head and tried to hold back the wave of anger that threatened to engulf me. I knew my father loved me in his own unique way, but I couldn’t come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t enough to make him change his ways. That was probably why every short encounter ended this way, in screaming and yelling.
    Ten minutes later , I thought I heard someone knocking on my door, so I bent the quilt back across my face and listened. When the knocking came again, I got up, went over to the door and opened it just a little. With his hands in his pockets, Alex was standing at the door giving me a black look. I was pretty sure this guy had never laughed in his life.
    “What?” I snapped.
    “You OK?”
    “Hmm ... let me see. Would you be OK with some assassin roaming around your apartment?”
    “I'm not an assassin, Princess.”.
    Shooting daggers at me with his eyes, he really seemed serious, and I almost believed him.
    “Yeah, right. Just like I’m a prima ballerina,” I shouted before closing the door in his face and going back to bed.
     
    After two hours spent lolling on the bed and gazing into space, I realized that nothing could be gained from hiding away in my room. Careful not to make too much noise, I left my bed and opened the door slightly, scanning the area beyond. Very relieved to find no one outside, moving on tiptoes I went to the kitchen and started preparing coffee.
    “So you crawled out of the hole at last,” a voice came from behind me, making me jump.
    “Jeez…” I took a sharp intake of breath and brought my hand up to my chest, where my heart was already pounding, “Don’t sneak around behind my back like that. I almost had a heart attack”.
    I turned around slowly and was met by Alex’s cold gray eyes as he studied me closely. He was leaning against the doorframe dressed in a pair of dark sweat pants with the waist hung low on his