“I’m not good at this s**t, ‘Drey,” he mutters. “I’m good at f*****g and fighting. After Melania, I didn’t think I’d ever find myself in this position again.”
“You and me both, brother.”
Our eyes meet. Understanding flits between us.
“Even if she’s giving you the silent treatment,” I say wearily, “it doesn’t explain why she’s ignoring Natalia.”
Shura pales. “She hasn’t talked to Nat, either?”
“I’m going over to her place.” Shura already has keys in hand and is storming towards the door.
“Before we resort to breaking and entering, let’s check in at her office first,” I suggest. “According to Natalia, she should be there about now.”
Shura growls with impatience, but he agrees with a curt nod.
Fifteen minutes later, when he’s sprinting out of Katya’s office alone, I know something is
