Nevena
“What?” I asked.
My body and my head were still reeling from the closeness of Ivan’s body next to mine when he accused me of lying. The unknown feeling that woke up completely and took over my entire body suddenly becoming clear in my mind: yearning. I was yearning for Ivan. I wanted him.
And then he backed off, and started asking me questions about my father, speculating that I was something more than a human potato. Because that’s all that I was. There was nothing special about me. I wasn’t even pretty, and I definitely didn’t look any better covered in Baba Roga’s stew water and herbs who smelled, well, unsavory for a lack of a more appropriate word.
“Do you think your father might’ve been preternatural?”