Chapter SIXTY-SEVEN
Maximus the mad
Irena's POV
"No!" I exclaimed dismissively "Helga the Head Hunter doesn't fit the bill here Magnus, she's way too brazen in her methods, it's literally in the name".
Our conversation raged on as we crossed out names and added new ones to try and determine what I was facing.
A few more bottles of wine had been opened as well, to keep our minds sharp.
"Gosh, we must've spent at least thirty thousand dollars on wine alone tonight" Magnus pointed out as he popped open another bottle of Glengoolie Red.
"What about Pompeii?" I inquired.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day, Irena the Queen of Ursula, so drunk that her memory fails her," Magnus said in a mocking tone. " You already killed that one, remember?" He added in a whisper still holding his tone of mockery.
"No, you idiot!" I snapped back
"Pompeii the beautiful city, not the recently dispatched mad dog for which she was named," I added, correcting his mistake.