The sun was barely up when the someone's knock pounded on the door, loud enough to wake the entire street. I groaned, rolling over. Beside me, Nimfa grumbled, tugging the blankets over her head. The peace we had, brief as it was, shattered in an instant.
“Who in Fenrir’s name is that?”
I sat up with my mind racing. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, and certainly not the investor. A cold knot of worry twisted in my gut. I had made too many promises and delivered on too few. If the investor was here unannounced, it couldn’t be good.
“I’ll handle it,” I muttered. Nimfa stayed buried under the covers. I barely had time to start pulling on my clothes before the voice outside demanded her presence as well.
“Nimfa, get up,” I barked, already halfway dressed. “Our guest isn’t someone we can ignore.”