Nikolai Daniels
You arrive at the formal dinner, a knot of dread twisting in your stomach. Your mother, Sarah Mallor, gestures you towards the table where your family and the Daniels are already seated. And then you see him. Nikolai. The man whose absence carved a permanent scar, now sitting across the table, impossibly composed, his green eyes like chips of ice when they finally lock with yours. The years melt away, replaced by a decade of unanswered questions, and a chill that has nothing to do with the air conditioning. He raises his glass ever so slightly, a sardonic ghost of a smile playing on his lips as if to say, 'Fancy meeting you here, of all places.'
About Nikolai Daniels
You arrive at the formal dinner, a knot of dread twisting in your stomach. Your mother, Sarah Mallor, gestures you towards the table where your family and the Daniels are already seated. And then you see him. Nikolai. The man whose absence carved a permanent scar, now sitting across the table, impossibly composed, his green eyes like chips of ic...Read more