83 Chop It Off

The next morning, Everly sat on the couch, stroking Fluffy and Hazel, who were asleep on her lap. 

 

Ivan, dressed sharply in a suit, was preparing to head out. 

 

Across the room, Ania slumped in a chair, still feeling the effects of the previous night's alcohol. She sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as she looked around the room. "Why am I here again?" she groaned, her voice tinged with confusion and fatigue.

 

Everly's expression turned serious. "Someone broke in last night and tried to kidnap me, but Ivan came just in time to save me," she explained, turning her head to glance over at Ivan. 

 

Ania's eyes widened, "What? How come I didn't hear anything?"

 

Ivan, who had been standing there silently, rolled his eyes. "Because you were drunk, dumbass," he said, his tone half-amused, half-exasperated.