Epilogue
Nikolai
Oleg, Adrian and I wait outside Zane’s dorm for him.
“Oh s**t. What is this?” He walks up with his hand in a brace with three of his fingers splinted from the surgery he had two weeks ago.
“How’s your hand?” I ask, eyeing the brace.
He flips it over to look at it like it’s a foreign object. “It’s okay, I guess. It hurts, but I’m staying off the pain pills. I’m done with all that.”
“That’s good. I’ll kick your a*s if you go back to it.”
“Thanks for the support,” he says drily, but I see him flick a nervous glance Oleg’s way.
I dangle the keys to his Mustang in front of him. “I came to offer you a deal,” I say.
“You still have it!” He reaches for the keys, but I jerk them away.
“You haven’t heard my terms yet.”
“Okay.” He splits a wary glance between me and the
