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Chapter 35 The Tutor

"Lessons will be of a different kind today, for both of you," Wesley announces at breakfast. I arch an eyebrow at him over the rim of my delicate porcelain teacup. There are so many places I would rather be than stuck in this dining room with both of Dmitri s parents for the second time in twenty-four hours (this has never happened before; we usually dine with either Wesley or Zinaida but not both), such as on the roof reading or in the training room practicing or anywhere at all, if Dmitri and perhaps a horse would be my only company.

"How do you mean, Father?" Dmitri inquires. He s apparently less displeased and more curious than I am. I think he dislikes the finer points of Russian grammar and word choice we ve been talking about with our literature studies lately and is rather grateful for any sort of reprieve.