Page 37 of Her Greek Protector
Piotr excused himself from the front room, taking a small detour to check in on Kassi before leaving the estate grounds. Of all the people he had to safeguard, Kassi was the most headstrong and most willfully disobedient.
She seemed to delight in thwarting his attempts to ensure her safety on a day-to-day basis. Even after she’d had several harrowing rescues from overzealous admirers, she still refused to heed his advice and steer clear of the underground nightclubs. Her stubbornness and refusal to let him explain what had happened a year earlier seemed to be the driving force behind her irresponsible decisions.
Just the night before, he’d trailed her to one of the less desirable parts of town, filled with university students with no brains and a thirst for trouble. She’d been fighting off two drunken frat boys. Piotr had intervened, forcing her from the basement of the building and driving her back to the estate in stony silence. He’d lost his temper and told her she needed a keeper. She’d not only cursed him, but she’d refused to let him apologize and now wouldn’t even speak to him.
He rounded the corner and then froze as Kassi stepped out of the dining room. She had her head down and didn’t see him until she was almost upon him. When she looked up, Piotr could see so many different emotions pass through her eyes, it was hard to focus on just one.
Anger was evident. But beneath the anger was a vulnerability and pain Piotr ached to erase. “Kass.”
The shortened form of her name drew her immediate ire. “My name is not Kass!” she spat at him, turning on her heel.
“Prinkípissa…” Piotr reached for her, missing her arm by a mere fraction of an inch.
Kassi wrapped her arms around herself. “Don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me. In fact, why don’t you find another one of your goons to follow me around and ruin my life?”
Piotr sighed. “Still can’t admit you shouldn’t have been in that dive?”
Kassi sneered. “Regardless of what you might think, I don’t need a keeper. Nor do I need an overbearing asshole following me around. Just leave me alone.”
Kassi’s voice had risen and Aimee appeared in the doorway. “Is everything okay?”
Kassi nodded and turned her back on Piotr. He wished he could demand she come back and explain why she was so adamant about not letting him do his job, but this evidently wasn’t the time or place. He offered a nod to Aimee. “Good evening. I’ll see myself out.”
He made his way out of the house, ignoring the half dozen reporters still camped outside the estate’s gates. Alexi had a plan in place, and whether Kassi liked it not, she would have his protection until the threat was neutralized. Just like every member of the Moustakas household was going to be protected. Piotr smiled grimly. Whoever was sending those emails was in for a surprise the next time they came after the family.