I woke bright and early the next morning, ready to start the work Mikhail claimed we had ahead. The castle was quiet when I prepared myself for the day but once I stepped out of my room, a drunk blonde ambushed me.
“Get off me, Goldie,” I mumbled, prying her fingers from a chokehold around my neck.
Goldie was Missy’s best friend. She came to the castle once after Missy and the Tor mated. I catered to her needs and though she was friendly, I did not know how to handle her.
I did not return her smile not because I hated her but because she blocked me from seeing Mikhail. We had important things to discuss. I did not want to stall for even a minute.
“Hello!” She enthused with a beaming smile, flaying her hands in a drunken wave.
“Goldie!” Missy came charging through a corner. I groa
