Viktor—or Viktoria—smiled with a hint of mischief.
"It is. Especially when hunting. That’s when I use it the most."
The word made me shiver. I was aware of his predatory nature, but hearing him speak like that sounded so… primal.
And I discovered that I liked it. For some reason.
"Why during the hunt?"
"Because I can turn into Viktoria, walk into a bar, pretend to be drunk, and simply wait. Eventually, a predator always appears. A man who thinks vulnerable women are easy prey. What they don’t know is that they’re the easy prey. I let them believe it. Until I take them somewhere secluded and sink my fangs into their jugulars." His smile widened, dark. "Then I become their worst nightmare."
I couldn’t help it—my mouth stretched into a wide smile that made my cheeks ache.
"I bet you’ve
