THE USUAL silence at breakfast was now filled with undeniable tension as Lucian and Viktor sat like they were fighting in silence.
Lucian was in front of her, like usual, hair slightly tousled like he just combed it with his fingers before leaving his room. His white polo shirt was carelessly half-tucked, and a sunglass was hunging on the first button.
He was sitting and eating silently, but there was a dark aura surrounding him. Every time Lena tries to lift her chin, she could catch him glancing her way in the simplest turn. Meanwhile, Viktor was not reading his newspaper. He was just sitting at the head of the table, sipping on his coffee, observing.
Lena could feel their constant glances at her, like they were in some kind of a competition that makes Lena uncomfortable.
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