Carmen
I still had to go to work the next day, even though I had barely slept for a few hours. Was I relieved that Nico and I had come to an understanding? Yes. But that only made me wonder—was it my enemies or Nico's that had tried to kill us the night before?
The problem was that I had no information, something I realized had to change as I got dressed. I packed my hair tightly into a ponytail, my movements precise, controlled. A bit of makeup was compulsory before I stepped out of my room—nothing excessive, just enough to maintain the image expected of me.
It had been a while since I had seen Vera, and I preferred it that way. Especially since I still felt a tinge of guilt over her losing her toes. Still, I had more important things to figure out as I headed to the entrance, waiting for Nico to pass before stepping out of the house.
