Chapter 33 ALL THAT COULD BE AND ALL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN

— Mishka —

“I thought you’d gotten yourself a new gig,” I told Ylva.

“I have, but it’s not stopping me from going to kick ass when the opportunity arises,” she told me.

“Is your stomach fine?”

“I’m healed.”

We were muttering to each other not to encroach on what was going on. We were in a big hall in probably one of the fanciest places I’ve ever seen. Every wall panel was covered in intricate detailing. There was a periwinkle...