Chapter 4

Mischa could barely hold back a scream. How difficult was this supposed to be? Was this somehow payback for all the years of lying to all those around him? Or was it really just that impossible to believe that he and Dexter could be anything other than rivals?

And then Fletcher, Vance and Souther were there, loud and joyous and drunk. Vance nodded once more at Mischa and mimed zipping his lips, yet all Mischa wanted was the opposite of that.

He needed another drink.

(Prism)

After three attempts and three absolute fails, the normal person would give up. Mischa…