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I sighed, tired.
The room fell silent, and I felt a presence, an aura behind me.
Slowly, I turned to see Volk emerging from the shadows.
His entrance was perfectly timed.
Asshole.
He loomed a few meters away, his gaze cutting through me with a chilling intensity that sent shivers down my spine. With each step he took, closing the distance between us, my heart raced faster, and sweat formed on my palms.
“Is she bothering you, Dve?”
“Nyet. I was just escorting her to dinner.”
Volk’s attention shifted back to me. “Dve, why is she dressed like a ghost from medieval times?”
My throat tightened. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not right under your nose.”
His jaw clenched, conflicting emotions flickering in his eyes. “Leave us.”
At first, I thought he meant me, but Dve bolted out the door like it was on fire. Despite my mixed feelings about him, I felt safer with him than facing this beast alone.
Arms folded, I bit my tongue to steady myself.
“Off to join a witch-burning ceremony?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“That’s the only explanation for your costume.”
I shrugged, looking down at my long dress that almost brushed the floor. “I found it in the ‘Witch Chic’ section Dasha offered. Maybe your last victim left it behind as a parting gift.”
A twisted smile played on his lips, his eyes dancing with dark amusement. “Well, aren’t you a witty one?”
“And you’re an asshole.”
He chuckled, the sound echoing through the empty corridor. “And you’re a bitch.”
His insult hit me hard, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I fought to maintain my composure, refusing to let him see my vulnerability. Engaging in this verbal battle felt foolish, but I couldn’t resist defending myself.
“You should really work on your people skills. I’m sure you’d make a great friend... to a cactus.”
His tense shoulders hinted he wasn’t amused.
Then his eyes bored into mine, probably searching for another insecurity to mock.
“I see,” he said slowly. “Well, you better learn to shut up if you want to survive here, Sofiya. I saved you once, but I won’t do it again.”
His words landed like a punch to my gut.
I tried to hold his gaze, but I felt my confidence slipping away.
My life meant nothing to him.
“How’s your leg?”
Surprised by his sudden interest in my injury, I stood there in silence.
