+Chapter 414+

Nikolai woke up at the crack of dawn, his room was dark but he moved effortlessly despite the visual limitation. He stepped out of the room after a while of moving around silently, fully dressed, a cigar in hand.

The hallway was lit, the light washing over his cold features as he started for the guest room. The drug should be wearing off soon, he should know, it was what he took to fall asleep, night after night.

He woke up like clockwork after it wore off, his nights dreamless and short.

He didn't trust Angelo to sit tight for the entire day and he didn't want to keep the assassin tied up all day. One day was fine, but after a week it would be torture. Angelo seemed like he would like that, and Nikolai couldn't give him that luxury.