Chapter 49: Wanderers in Saint Petersburg

SEBASTIAN.

Mikael’s remark completely confused Teresa. She was trying to regain her balance, but it was very difficult. She wasn’t used to talking about her parents yet, but Mikael couldn’t have known about it. What did he mean by the fire inside her? I would not leave Russia until I talked to him. Maybe his senses detected something that we, the werewolves, couldn’t.

I would have liked to spare Teresa from such events, but a grimace, in this case, was enough for Mikael to stop referring to her.

“Mikael, my friend, you came just in time to meet a good old friend of mine. Now yours too. Sebastian Gallagher. Sebastian, meet Mikael Svensson”

“It is a pleasure to finally get to know you. Alexei told me a lot about you,” I said, moving towards him and holding out my hand for a more formal greeting. “She is my fiancée, Teresa,” I added, aware of her reaction.

But I really wanted to give her the place she deserved. Instantly, everyone in the house, including Teresa, showed amazed faces, but it seemed that they quickly forgot about it and had a normal conversation.

Only Teresa, still under the influence of this innocent game, came near me to greet the new guest.

“Hey, I caught you at a perfect time, breakfast. I love breakfast. Will you invite me?” he said in a playful voice, as if the comment he made earlier didn’t exist.

“Of course, Michael. I guess you really missed Anya. I hope that the business went according to plan,” continued Alexei in a more serious tone.

His grimace changed with a frown.

“It went perfectly! We have everything we need!” the dragon answered in one breath, sitting down next to Anya.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened at the table. We ate quietly and then she and I prepared for the surprise I had installed for her. I really wanted to see this wonderful city.

“Alexei, we will go out for a while and most likely in the evening we will return to London, but not before establishing the last details about what we discussed. The weather is quite bad and we will somehow get the flight around Wales, through the mountains.”

“No problem, enjoy the wonderful view of the city and we’ll talk when you return!” Alexei finished, taking one last look at me before disappearing into his office. Mikael followed him, stuffing food into his mouth.

Now our adventure began. I knew the city well because I had come here as a child and many times after I met Alexei. So, I was the perfect guide. Teresa would like it; I was sure of it.

“One more thing, Alexei, we’re going to need one of your cars,” I said, popping my head into his office.

“Of course. Igor, lead my guests to choose whatever they like!” He ordered one of the agents. We went underground. Teresa’s breathing stopped when she saw Alexei’s impressive collection of cars. Even if it still shocked me, I had grown accustomed to this mobster’s eccentricities. In the end, it was not the car that mattered, but Teresa’s pleasant company. I really wanted to disconnect her from this cruel reality in which she lived.

In a maximum of ten minutes, we were on our way. She was excited. I could see and feel that. She behaved just like a child enjoying a new toy.

“Have you heard of the Hermitage Museum?” I broke the silence in the car. I turned my gaze from the window to her. Her eyes breathed life.

“Of course, but only from books. I’ve never really seen it. It’s probably gorgeous…!” She added with some regret in her voice to the thought that she might have lost a lot by now.

“You will love it. It is one of the largest museums not only in the country but also in the world with over three million exhibits, if you can imagine something like that.” I added with obvious enthusiasm, catching Teresa in a frenzy of joy like I had never seen before.

“Wow, tell me more please!” she begged, her eyes twinkling with genuine happiness.

“OK, just about the museum. The next destination remains a surprise,” I added, watching the regret on her face. “It all started in 1764 when Queen Catherine II, an art lover, collected paintings, although she was not very good at painting. But I will not go into the history of the museum too much. The building itself was impressive and you will definitely like it, “I concluded in an optimistic tone, glancing at her. I adored her innocent enthusiasm.

We arrived relatively quickly, Alexei’s cartel being quite close. The grandeur of the museum left Teresa breathless. She was simply petrified without noticing that I had already parked and was on her side of the car with my outstretched hand to help her out.

“Teresa? I hope you don’t want to see the museum from the car, do you?” I teased her, watching her mouth arch into a perfect smile.

“Of course not, only I’ve never seen such an imposing building in my life.”

“Wait to see it from inside. It will blow you away! "

Eventually, she held out her hand to me, getting out of the car but still keeping her amazing eyes on the museum.

“Hey, I’ll be jealous! You never looked at me like that!” I continued teasing, holding her gaze.

But with little success, the museum received all her attention. As a reaction, however, I woke up with a light blow in my right shoulder but no eye contact. Well, I complied and went inside. If she was stunned outside, inside, she would be shocked.

“Wow, Sebastian, this place is wonderful! I didn’t think there could be such a thing.”

“If I told you that you need a few days to see the entire collection of paintings, would you believe me?” Every time I added something new about the museum, Teresa’s face lit up in amazement.

“God, is it that big?”

“It’s huge, baby,” I confirmed, pulling her closer and taking her hand in mine.

We spent more than an hour in the museum, during which her reactions were very diverse. From genuine childish joviality to obvious interest when the service guide told a story about each painting. She would wait patiently for the English translation with his eyes fixed on him.

“I’m so glad you liked it. What do I say you liked it? It just enchanted you.”

“I should say yes, it was the most wonderful experience I have ever had!” she whispered to me excitedly and with a note of sadness in her voice that the tour was over. However, I could not resist the temptation. I approached, slightly intoxicated by her sweet vanilla scent.

“Hmmm, you say the most wonderful thing? But what can you tell me about last night? How did your body vibrate under my touch?” I whispered intentionally, still lingering in the hollow of her neck, brushing gently and watching her turn on.

“Bash, stop it, they can see us!” She kept repeating to me, but she entered my game more and more, arching her neck after my lips when she felt me ​​move away slightly.

This game has turned against me. I could feel myself getting stronger everywhere and my eyes were on fire. Finally, Teresa looked at me with such obvious desire that I almost forgot we were in a public place.

“Sebastian, your eyes ... are red again. We need to control ourselves otherwise …”

“... otherwise, I’ll make you mine right here in front of the museum” I continued her fear, catching her mouth in a frantic kiss. She didn’t protest at all, but she led me slightly to the car, moving away easily and enjoying her doing.

“You better get in the car, Bash. You’re ... a little fiery!” She smiled innocently at me, but in her eyes, only innocence wasn’t. I listened to her just because I had to and because in such situations it wasn’t exactly good to catch people’s eye.

For the next three hours, we visited several cathedrals and walked to a nearby park. The day passed extremely fast, considering our little teasing that did not stop throughout it. It was wonderful to witness her delight.

However, there would always be a void in her heart, losing her parents. I noticed her from time to time falling on her thoughts, but I preferred to respect her privacy.

She had once told me about it, but broadly. I knew from her how she remained an orphan and that the only memories she had were the faded face of her father walking away. What seemed really shocking to me was Erik’s confession, so similar to Teresa’s.

And there was also the conversation between Mother and Teresa back at the house that they didn’t know I listened to.

I had to be ignorant not to realize that the stories were actually the same and that, in fact, Teresa could be Erik’s long-lost daughter. This explained her paranormal abilities that she still didn’t understand and that probably didn’t stop there. But I had to find the right time to put them face to face so that Erik could explain himself without Teresa feeling abandoned.

“Sebastian, I’m starving. Can we go somewhere to eat, please?” she asked with pleading eyes, to which I just couldn’t say no.

The truth was, I was hungry, too. But just when I wanted to get us in the car, my wolf six sense alarmed me. There was someone watching us. Fiercely from the shadows. He became very insistent as he got closer. Teresa’s safety was already in danger. She seemed to feel something, too.

“Bash, something is happening…”

“Exactly! It’s time to get out of here!”