Viktor was watching me closely, drinking in every one of my reactions. As if he were trying to decipher whether I belonged there or not.
"It could be worse." I shrugged.
"You thought I lived in an abandoned shed in the forest with walls painted in blood?"
I remembered the legends my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child. "Something like that."
Viktor let out a dry laugh and walked down the hallway ahead of me. A silent request for me to follow. My footsteps echoed through the place, while his were light, almost nonexistent.
A display of his predatory nature.
We turned down a corridor and ended up in a large room, with floor-to-ceiling shelves and leather armchairs around a lit fireplace. A grand piano stood before a wide window that spanned an entire wall, covered by heavy v
