It's around three a.m. when my cousins arrive from their own flight. Tate's hammered, off bourbon if I had to guess, so he heads straight for a guest room without two words in passing. Viktor, his right-hand man Alexei, Tate's right-hand man Niko, and Viktor's wife Elaina's guard Spartak each take a seat around the kitchen table. Fatigue's written all over their features from the long day that they obviously had themselves.
"Sorry I had to flake out on you guys, but some s**t came up."
They're always inviting me to different events, and somehow I never end up joining them for one reason or another. After a while, it's made me start to feel like a real d**k for blowing them off.
"Clearly, you had important business keeping you," Viktor replies, easily accepting my excuse. He always does
