Chapter 37

Vladimir

The house was still bubbling with the euphoria of the recent progress in Guilia’s recovery. Ariel was visibly excited with her best friend’s return and Dalian had decided that he didn’t need me today. It didn’t matter because this was what we all prayed for.

I produced a cigarette stick from my breast pocket, an irritated hiss slipping out of my lips when I discovered that I didn’t have a lighter with me.

“Today’s a good day, consigliere, nothing should piss you off,” Dmitri appeared within my vision, the flame from his lighter lighting up my stick.

“Nothing is. I just don’t know how to feel,” I...