Chapter 78
Margot was lying in her hospital bed, mouth open, a mix of relief and disbelief on her face. Fury, who had been on the edge of her bed next to her, was staring at Svetlana, wondering what era her fashion sense was from.
“Rough night?” Fury grunted, his voice a low rumble of mockery. “Get kicked out of a grunge revival concert for smelling too much like... well, that?” Svetlana arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her expression one of utter disdain.
“Firstly, it's a vintage Sonic Youth T-shirt, you uncultured canine. It's an icon of noise rock, not grunge. There are nuances. Second,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, deadpan whisper, “I was engrossed in a fascinating documentary on the mating rituals of the Nudibranch. The flamboyant sea slug? Utterly captivat
