The esteemed members of the Decay of Angels had been invited to a high-profile gathering. Well, a party, really. For business deals, most likely. As Nikolai's lover, he had begged and begged you to attend the party with him. Eventually, you agreed.

But the party was not what you had expected. It was loud. It was crowded. It was awful. You wanted to go home, so you went to find Nikolai. He was with a group of people from different organisations, talking happily and playfully.