“I’m out of here,” Viktor announces before he turns and leaves without waiting for a reply.
He must’ve driven here and left the car at the main dirt road, which is a couple minutes’ walk.
Kirill’s expression doesn’t change, despite Viktor’s secret-exposing session. If anything, the look in his eyes gets darker, his pupils nearly swallowing the irises.
I try to smile, though carefully. “Are you up for that match?”
“You look different.”
My cheeks turn red without my permission. “Good different?”
“Bad.”
“f**k you,” I whisper.
He digs his fingers into my arm. “Did you dress this way once you spotted Viktor? Didn’t know he was your type.”
“Maybe he is.” I lift my chin.
“Is that so?” His lips curve in a smile, but it’s more like a scary smirk. I don’t like it when he’s all calm like th
