After a few heavy rings, the receiver clicked, and Viktor's harsh, gravelly voice bled into the room through the speakerphone.
"Mr. Mercer," Viktor drawled, his tone dripping with fake warmth. "What do I owe the pleasure?"
"I found two of your men in my town," Drakon said, his voice terrifyingly calm, smooth as dark velvet. "And they attacked somebody in my crew."
Drakon’s dark eyes locked onto mine across the desk, holding my gaze without blinking.
On the other end of the line, the line went dead quiet. Viktor remained silent for a long, heavy second before letting out a soft, dismissive chuckle. "Really? I don't know why they would do that, truly."
"Apparently, you do," Drakon replied, leaning back in his leather chair, never breaking eye contact with me. "You're after a girl."
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