Even though I came clean, that I told him that fighting against my pride and my need to walk away with my face held high, Viktor looked at me with narrowed eyes, hard and tense. There wasn't even a glimmer of understanding in them, nothing like I'd seen when we kissed. Before the intractable, cold, and distant Viktor that I had seen the time I sat down at that poker table to challenge Lucian.
And I was afraid to find it again. I found that I didn't fear Lucian's cruelty or the danger of knowing the secret of June's death so much as Viktor hated me without knowing the truth.
"You can break up with him," he told me unexpectedly. Then he pointed in the direction of the hallway that led back to the pool area. If what you say is true, go find it and end your relationship. I'll be waiting for
