Before I could pass through the door, the man wrapped his fingers around my wrist, forcing me to stop in place.
I lifted my head, ready to use violence if necessary, but what I found behind his eyes made any response die on the tip of my tongue. Something in his pupils drew me into a trance. I didn’t know why or how, only that I would obey any command that left his lips.
"You will keep to yourself everything you see here when..."
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Niko," said a male voice with a strong Russian accent. Suddenly, a blond man emerged from the shadows of the corridor. He wore dark clothes, his golden hair falling to his shoulders.
"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, unsure of what had just happened and whether I had heard that correctly.
Mine?
The dark-haired man, Niko, re
