TIMOFEY
I meant what I said about Viktorov Industries. The place can fucking burn.
But as I climb out of the shower, I feel the gnawing urge to do something.I've never been good at sitting still, but that's all I've been doing for the last twenty-four hours.
I don't regret letting Piper rest. And I'll never regret a single second spent buried in her silky vanilla skin and warmth. Still, none of that eases the restlessness in my bones.
Maybe I could go to the gala. Making a scene in front of all those know-nothing suits might make me feel better.
Then I step into the bedroom and find Piper balled in on herself, softly sobbing in bed.
"Piper?" I'm across the room in an instant, my hand on her back. "What is it?"
She sits up and swipes at her eyes. It almost seems like she's surprised to see me. "It's nothing. I'm being silly."
"This doesn't look silly, Piper. It looks sad. What happened? What—"
