SHERRY
Viktor located me beside the side corridor that gave access to the rooms away from the noise in the pack house.
The main hall was still quite warm and full of sounds from the evening, whereas the corridor felt chilly, being lit by the wall sconces turned low.
"Sherry." His voice carried low. “One minute."
I turned and went into the small study of which Viktor had always been more fond than anyone else. The door clicked softly as it closed between us while the party carried on outside.
Inside, we heard only the clock ticking slightly on the mantelpiece. Viktor remained standing.
Close to the writing table with hands slightly folded, he was observing me as it used to be the case when he was younger, and he was trying to judge if I told him just what he wanted or not.
"Speak to
