Mikhailis let out an exasperated sigh, running his hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to calm himself down. The scene replayed in his mind—Lira beside him, the memories of the night before flashing through his thoughts in vivid detail. He groaned, throwing himself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"So that's what happened!?? I'm damned!!!" he muttered to himself.
He heard Rodion's voice chime in, cold and methodical as always.
Mikhailis let out a breath, his brows furrowing as he considered Rodion's words.
"Alright, alright, damage control. What are my options here, Rodion?" he whispered, half hoping the AI would provide him with a clear way out of this mess.
