Chelle
ChelleThe next morning I’m practically giddy. It’s not about my arrangement with Nikolai—definitely not that. It’s that I scored the deal with the skateboarders, and they want me to be their publicist not Janette.
Okay, maybe it’s both.
I should be terrified about the Nikolai thing.
I literally did make a deal with the devil.
But I can’t find it in me to be afraid. Nikolai just isn’t that scary to me. I mean, logically, he is. I know what he did to Zane was violent. But it’s possible it wasn’t merciless. He seems to operate by a code or set of rules, and I don’t think they involve hurting me or selling me to s*x traffickers.
I’m not entirely sure what those rules are though.
Even though I’m operating on four hours of sleep, I take an extra long time in the shower, shaving eve
