It took Dragomir about two weeks to fill his living room center table with bottles of rum and brandy. It took him about that long to realize that he needed to get over himself and Serafina and come out of his stinking hovel.
It was time to move on.
Perhaps Rafina was right. Being forced to connect with each other might not be the most genuine way of falling in love. They had known each other most of their lives, but the last time he saw her before Fortuna’s and Curious and Curioser was when she was a mere child.
He got up, smelled his armpits, and made a face. Today, he was going to apply for a job. This little stint as an apartment complex owner was not working out. It merely fueled his depression. Even though Tartarus’ reward had made it sure that he did not have to, he needed some
