It takes all my effort to suppress a laugh. Who knew interrogations could be so amusing?
“So, you’re not one of my brother’s many conquests. Congratulations. But your friend…”
She freezes. “My friend has bad taste in men. That’s not a crime.” She looks around the hotel room. “Where is she?”
“I’d worry about yourself right now.”
She sighs. “Listen, I get it: Viktor is a dangerous man. You’re a dangerous man. I’ve got the message, loud and clear. I’m not about to go tell anyone.”
I get to my feet, towering over her. “Who would you tell?”
“No one. That’s my point.”
I stalk around the coffee table. She shrinks more and more with every step. “Ever heard of Nikolai Rostov?”
“You’ve spent time at the Neon Moon. Surely his name came up.”
“I’ve been at that club exactly once and I did not
