101: Something precious

Camilla shut down at Maksim’s remark. He stayed quiet, waiting for her next move. As far as she knew, he went there for business. To see the mayor not murder Viktor. She tried to sit up, but he shook his head. He liked her down here, looking up at him, pretending to hate him. She was upset but fucking her had resolved that.

“Oh my God. Since when?” Camilla asked.

“Since when do you care? He’s dead. Who cares about the when or other details?”

This time, she sat up, her eyes glossy. Was she crying for the old fucker? He deserved what he got. Later, he would play her the audio of his apology. That was if he hadn’t lost it. He had to hide his phone in the madness that happened after. Nightfall Hills were mourning their king, and the streets wept with them. Movements had been slow. Everyone who came in and left over the last few days were monitored. He wasn’t an exception. A rival in the same city as the day the man died? Suspicious.

Thankfully, Mila and Knox were on