92. A SAD, DRUNK WOMAN

VINCENT

She did not trash at me even until I lowered her into the car. Only glared at me as I shut the door and went over to the other side. To that, I allowed a small smirk on my face as I went over to the other side.

I came with a driver on purpose so we could talk in the backseat without any interruptions. She looked pretty drunk, but hopefully she could still hold a conversation or at least, a semblance of it.

I pulled the car handle and hopped into the other side of the passenger seat. Katerina simply looked out the window on her side without saying anything and before I could come up with any words of my own, my phone began to ring out.

Frowning, I checked the caller ID to see that it was Simon. With a groan, I answered and placed the call to my ear,

"Got her here. Driving her home now." Realizing I did not even know exactly where she was staying now that her house had been burned to the ground, I turned to her after pressing hold on the call,

"Katerina." I called, and she turne