82 Andrei

By the time they returned home, it was almost midnight. Ivan, considering the late hour and Ania's intoxicated state, decided to let her stay over at his mansion. He carried her to one of the guest rooms, her head lolling on his shoulder as she mumbled.

Meanwhile, Everly made her way to the elevator. When she reached the second floor, she found the hallway dark.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against the wall as she walked towards their room, searching for the light switch. "Who the heck turned the lights off, and where is the damn switch?" she murmured to herself, frustration creeping into her voice.