Chapter 39

• Nikolai
• After a day spent riding herd on the new prospects, making sure they didn't screw up their tasks, I'm fucking beat. Mason was too, which is why he went home, mumbling something about needing a real bed tonight because his back is killing him.
• I pull into King's driveway and cover my bike before I step inside, noting how dark the rest of the house is. It's only 9pm, so I doubt King and Alyssa are sleeping this early.