“I’ve been trying to handle it, but last night went too far. They hurt my family.” This catches Maxim’s attention, a part of the story he didn’t hear. We pay out the ass for discreet hospital staff, and it’s good to know that’s paid off. “Mary,” I say, “My little sister. She was shot.” “Is she—” Maxim’s eyes are wild at the news, just a flash, but enough to confirm my suspicions. “She’s fine,” I give him a wry look. “Maxim, I will never ask again but tell me now if you’re in love with her.”
