Page 27 of Marked By the Devil

I opted to act now. I grabbed some clothes and marched out of the room to find another one and shower. Once I did that, I got lost trying to find the kitchen. Lurch wasn’t around. Neither was Viktor. But his cousin was.

“What the hell are you doing?” He raised his brows at me as I walked through the foyer I had come through twice already.

“Looking for food,” I answered bluntly, wondering if all these Volkovs were as… weirdly laidback about an FBI agent in the house.

He pointed to the left.

“Which one are you?” I asked tersely as I headed that way.

He followed. “Shouldn’t you know?”

I held in a growl.

“I was kidnapped on my first day,” I shot back.

He scoffed. “Sounds like you’re a terrible representative of the law,” he mocked.

“She’s ‘new’, Alexei,” Viktor answered as I entered the kitchen.

He stood there, still shirtless, dammit, making something on the stove.

Great.

Gray sweatpants lethally low on his hips. No shirt. And he was cooking.

I rubbed my face.

What alternative universe have I landed in?

He was supposed to look like nothing but a dangerous criminal, with a black heart and ice in his veins.

Not… like this.

“Why the hell is she walking around like she’s a⁠—”

“Kidnapped woman?” I finished for Alexei.

He shook his head. “Like she’s a houseguest.”

“I’m a prisoner,” I reminded them.

“Guest.” Viktor nodded. “Yeah, she’s my guest.” He shot me a smug smile. “Hungry?”

I glowered at him.

“Go on. Run.” He pointed the spatula in his hand at the door as he resumed handling the pan on the burner. “See how far you get.”

“I should.”

He scoffed. “May as well eat first?” He shot me a searing look. “You need to keep up your strength, right?”

“For what?” I wanted to strangle that sarcastic ass. “If I can’t run⁠—”

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Alexei asked.

“I’ll figure it out.” Viktor glanced at me, implying that he intended to figure me out.

If that included convincing me to give up the reason I’d gone into law enforcement at all, he had another thing coming.