ASYA'S POV
There is a knock on the door, my fingers still on the piano keys. Pasha never knocks. He always rings the bell. It must be a neighbor wanting to ask me not to play so loud.
I cross the living room and open the door. When my eyes land on the man standing on the other side, I quickly take a step back.
"Dear God," my brother chokes out and pulls me into a bear hug, squeezing me so hard that it's impossible to move a muscle.
I try to gulp a deep breath, but no air seems to enter my lungs. Another try.
Arturo eases his hold and looks down at me with a slightly crazed look in his eyes, and then, he's squishing me to his body again.
My arms are shaking as I embrace him and press my cheek to his chest.
"I thought you were dead," he says into my hair. "I thought someone took you, and I've been waiting for someone to call and ask for a ransom. The call never came."
