A woman who wouldn’t leave without an answer.
"If you’re asking me that, it’s because you already know the answer. Don’t you, witch?"
That was all the confirmation I needed.
"Maybe." I shrugged vaguely.
"You’re too nosy for your own good."
"I’ll take that as a compliment, blonde. What’s your name?"
"Viktoria. And don’t thank me." She adjusted the collar of her suit. Turned her back on me and threw her final sharp words over her shoulder: "If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay far away from Hell’s Mouth. Especially from Viktor Murdock. Don’t say no one warned you."
I nodded. I didn’t need to hear it twice.
I turned and left that bar like someone fleeing a trapdoor. But even outside, with the cold air cutting my face, the adrenaline of being in there still pulsed through my ve
