CHAPTER 62

In the bar there was not much light; the only sound that could be heard was the faint music which was rather encouraging but at the same time unsettling.

The light flickered on the walls as I moved from one table to the other; the floor had a thick carpet that absorbed the sound of steps. To say the least, it was not a venue I would have preferred for the meeting, particularly with Dora.

But when she called and insisted we meet, her tone uncharacteristically civil, I couldn't refuse. Curiosity and caution warred within me as I made my way to the secluded corner where she sat, a drink already in hand.

“Varya,” she greeted with a thin smile as I approached.

There was nothing friendly about her smile; rather, the curve of her lips betrays a smirk, icy and unkind.

I nodded getting into the seat opposite her. “You wanted to talk?”

She slowly sipped on the liquid that was in her glass and she never once looked away from me.

With narrowing eyes and lips parted, they were like twin pools of i