“Riiight. ‘Compliant,’” Bee scoffs incredulously. “I hate to break it to you,buddy, but she’s a feisty little thing. ‘Compliant’ is never gonna happen.”
I wake up the next morning to find that the living room has been restored toits original condition.
The floor is clean. The stains are gone and the furniture restored. And thecarpet smells of roses.
The first wave is guilt, because while Dmitri Egorov can and does havepretty much any material thing that the world has to offer, I’m fairly sure hedoesn’t keep a squad of magic house elves hidden in the hallway closet.Which means some poor cleaning staff spent the wee hours of the nightundoing all the petty, spiteful damage I inflicted on his penthouse.
After the guilt comes annoyance. Then more guilt. I
