Nikolai

"I'm sorry...we're doing what?" I nearly choke on my coffee, the hot liquid scalding the top of my mouth.

It's five in the damn morning, and Alyssa, in all her sweet but chaotic glory, waited until the coffee hit my bloodstream to drop this bomb on us. Even so, I must've misheard her because there's no way in hell we're actually helping Christine with anything.

Not only because I can't stand her and every time I see her face, I have very violent thoughts—but ...