Page 88 of Fate's Design


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Nikolett had been awake for hours, and had finally cycled through all the feelings from confusion to denial, unease to embarrassment. She’d considered, but ultimately rejected, playing dumb about what happened and leaning into the fact that her memory was fuzzy.

Nikolett was seething, and when a hesitant knock sounded on the bedroom door, the anger turned cold and calculating.

The door opened and Grigoris’ arm thrust through the opening, Nyx’s face on his phone screen.

“Well?” Nyx demanded. “What happened? Iacob said he left in the middle of the night, and when they checked on you, you were asleep.”

Nikolett jumped off the bed, anger keeping her warm despite the chill in the room.

She grabbed Grigoris’ phone from his hand and yanked the door open.

Grigoris squeezed his eyes shut the instant she opened the door.

“I’m not naked,” she snapped.

Grigoris opened one eye, took in her PJs, and relaxed.

“We kissed,” she declared, speaking to both Nyx and Grigoris. “He accidentally pressed on my bad leg and then got weirded out when he realized how badly I’d been hurt.”

“You didn’t tell him about the bear?—”

“Of course not. I’m not stupid,” Nikolett snapped, Grigoris hastily getting out of her way as she stalked through the living room.

“Then what happened?” Nyx demanded.

“He carried me to bed.”

“Sexy.”

“I tried to make out with him some more.”

“Well done.”

“And I called him Eric.”

Nyx’s mouth dropped open, and Grigoris winced.

“Get Iacob, Maxim, and Zoran in here,” she ordered.

Grigoris glanced at his phone, probably hoping to confer with Nyx, but Nikolett didn’t hand it over.

“Did you fuck him?” Nyx asked.

“No.” Nikolett paused. “I don’t think so?”

“You don’t remember?”

Nyx’s voice went flat, and beside her Grigoris stiffened.

“I got drunk. Passed out. If I’d been sober, I wouldn’t have called him Eric.”

Nyx’s brows rose. “You, the ultimate control freak, got drunk?”

“Shut up.” Nikolett shrugged off the sudden uneasy feeling.

There was a brief knock on the connecting door, which Grigoris had left partially open.

“Come in,” she called out.