As I walked back to Ria with the drinks, my eyes narrowed. Another woman was speaking to her. The lines in Ria’s face were hard, and I could see her hands tighten into fists. Keenan had moved up closer to her, but Aleksei stood a little back, his arms crossed over his chest. I walked up behind the woman, and Ria smiled at me. There was resentment and anger reflecting in her eyes.

“Marek, this is my older sister, Porchia. Porchia, this is my husband, Marek Baranov.”

Ria’s tone was tight, ...