It was nine in the evening when Trevor found Nikolai in his office, drowning himself in alcohol. Trevor sighed as he saw two empty and one half-full bottle of whiskey on his desk. Trevor sighed again and took the half-full bottle of whiskey from his table; he recapped it and placed it back in the liquor cabinet.
“You should be resting you know, Nix,” Trevor said as he sat on the chair in front of the desk.
“I just need a few drinks to help me sleep,” Nikolai said as he took a sip of the amber-colored liquid in his glass.
“Few? You just finished two bottles, you are drunk.” Trevor told him.
He watches his red-faced best friend look towards the grandfather clock. Then Trevor remembered that it was a secret passage that Electra often uses. It’s like Nikolai was waiting for her to come
