Maxim
I’m on the couch working on drinking myself into oblivion again when my phone rings. It’s the security guard downstairs.
“f**k off,” I mutter and dont answer.
He calls Ravil next.
“Huh. Well, call her bluff. Call the police on her,” Ravil says.
My head snaps up. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
Ravil shrugs. “She says she’s going to report herself undead unless you come down.”
I settle back and nod. “Call her bluff. She has to stay dead if she wants to control her money.”
“I was going to wait a few days to tell you this, but—” Nikolai starts.
I hurl my glass at his head. It misses but smashes against the wall, shattering.
“Right. I’ll wait a few days.” Nikolai has the grace to look unaffected by my attempted assault.
It shouldn’t be so hard to go one day without hearing her
