She paused at the door to her apartment and sniffed. She could smell Sergei inside. Alone for a change.
No doubt Verchiel's mongrel is busy tending to her master. Good, let her work her wiles on him.
Griselda was barely inside when the phone rang. Sergei made a point to ignore it. With a hard look at him she snatched it up. "Hello?"
"UmExecutioner, Griselda?"
"That is who you called, isn't it?" she snapped. Who did they expect? Cinderella?
"UmHello. This is Brantley, in the Executioner office. The, uh, the council has requested more information regarding your request for a new vehicle. If you could come and fill out-"
"Are you serious?"
It took him a moment to find his track again. "UmYes? Sorry, I'm only following orders."
She muttered a curse word under her breath. "Fine. I'm on
