I wasn't surprised when I got a summons from Paxan the next morning. I hadn't slept, was hardly functioning after two cups of strong tea.
For most of the night, I'd paced, wondering how I'd gotten myself into this mess. After alternately blaming myself and Sevastyan for this, I'd settled on Sevastyan.
He was more experienced than I was, and clearly more ruthless. But how had he manipulated me so easily? And to what end?
Paxan would want a decision this morning. He would lay down the law.
As I made my way to his study, I felt like I was marching to the gallows, my boot heels clicking along the marble. I adjusted the collar of my jade turtleneck, then smoothed my warm palms down the legs of my jeans. All I knew for certain was that I was bone-weary and so tired of being confused.
I pass
