"What's happening?"

Joshua's voice came low from the doorway, careful, almost gentle and I know Lukas might have given him order.

"I said, What happened?"

Olga didn't miss a beat. She stepped in front of me like a shield, arms crossed, voice light but firm.

"Too many cocktails last night. She's paying for it now. Tequila's a bitch."

I nodded fast, still braced on the sink, trying to look convincing. Joshua's eyes flicked between us-doubtful, but he didn't push. He just gave a single nod and stepped back into the hall.

I turned the faucet on full blast. Cold water. Rinse. Spit. My stomach rolled again.

"Chewing gum?" I croaked...