Adrian’s gaze sharpened as Viktor circled Mia like a predator sizing up prey. The coldness in Viktor’s eyes sent a chill through the damp air of the basement.
Mia’s wrists burned against the tight zip ties. She forced herself to sit up straighter, meeting Viktor’s gaze without flinching.
“What does my father want?” Mia’s voice was steady despite the hammering of her heart.
Viktor’s mouth curled faintly. “Not what he wants—what he owes.”
Adrian’s gaze darkened. His head tilted slightly, his eyes sharpening toward Viktor.
“So this is about money,” Adrian said dryly. “Creative.”
Viktor’s gaze flicked toward Adrian. His mouth twisted faintly.
“Your humor,” Viktor said smoothly, “will not protect her.”
Adrian’s gaze cooled dangerously. “You sure about that?”
Mia’s jaw tightened. Her fa
