Elara's POVWith its chilly muzzle shining in the low light like the promise of death itself, the gun aimed squarely at Leo. Standing in the doorway, Viktor Sokolov maintained a rigid posture and his weight permeated the space. The strain nearly intolerable, the air appeared to get thicker. My legs seemed about to give way under me, my pulse thumping in my throat. I could not turn away, though.Victoria.Naturally, I had heard of him—who hadn't? He was a name murmured in the darkest recesses of the underground. a man playing the game without conscience or rules. A man who gave Dmitri toy-like boys like appearance. He ought not to be here. Not immediately. Not right in the center of all that was disintegrating.And then here he was, in front of us, his frigid stare fixated on Leo, his lips twisting into a nasty sneer."Viktor," Leo's voice matched the coldness of the rifle pointed at him. "I was wondering when you might show up."I choked hard, my mind racing, but I couldn make sense o
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