Summary:

Momager is not a title that would have suited Irina Rozanova.

It's the kind of thought that Ilya knows to be true, but still fills him with a sickly, childlike guilt — part of him still 12 years old when he thinks of his Mama. It's a betrayal to think of her as not being good at something even when he knows it's not a thing she would have enjoyed. Mama was soft, gentle, the type to press kisses to skinned knees and put balm of frost bitten noses.

She was not weak. But she did not have the lethal energy of Yuna Hollander.

Though he suspected there weren't many who did.