Chapter 3

“So, what now? He lets me get away with threatening him? I get handed to you and forgotten?” My voice is harsh yet low, and I whisper hoarsely at him, aware that the door is open and you never know what night staff are still nearby.

Even I don’t believe that will be the outcome. Alexi is one to exact revenge and punishment for far fewer crimes. He won’t forget I pulled his gun on him and held it to his heart. He would never allow me to go without some reckoning for such gross behaviour. I mean, the guy flipped over me throwing salad at him; I have no doubt pointing his gun at his heart is a far worse crime. That comes with a far worse punishment.

“He knows you weren’t trying to kill him. You were scared, upset… drunk.” Mico turns his attention back to me and seems helpless. Smoothing the edge of my bedclothes awkwardly and tapping his thumb on the overbed table at the foot. That infuriating Alexi trait, and I glance away, pain slicing my soul in two. I hate that he still