TIMOFEY
I keep a tight grip on Piper's hand.
In an ideal world, I'd get her as far away from Rodion and half the people in this godforsaken room as possible. Especially Senator Gracen and his repulsive wife.
My "donation" to his last campaign helped him afford a slew of sexual assault settlements. The moment he passes the legislation he and I worked up together, I'll toss him to the social justice wolves and let them feast.
But this isn't an ideal world. I'm the only one I can trust with Piper's safety, and I don't want her out of my sight.
Rodion sees us moving towards him, and he squares his shoulders. I know that glint in his eye. It looks like we're in for a fight.
I snatch a champagne flute off of a passing server's tray and seamlessly offer it to him as I approach. "Here. A drink for the road."
"Ah, a warm dismissal," he says, taking a sip. "I'd prefer a warm welcome, but beggars can't be choosers."
"Especially when I should shoot the beggar on sight."
