My father hummed, contemplative, narrowing his eyes. He gestured between Viktor and me.
"And how did you two meet?" he asked, curious. "Since you work in such… different fields."
I gripped my fork tightly, swallowing hard.
"Actually, it was last Halloween. At Hell’s Mouth."
"Was it, Nadia?" His voice rose. I shrank back. Damn it, I knew this would happen eventually. It was only a matter of time. "And what were you doing there?!"
"Love, please," my stepmother intervened, placing a hand on his arm to calm him. "Nadia is grown now. She doesn’t need all that overprotection anymore."
I gave her a grateful smile.
"Thanks, Eve. Besides," I added carefully, "I was there just for the party, and I barely stayed. Since Viktor was a client of my grandmother, he recognized me as soon as he saw m
