LUCIAN stood beside the open door of Viktor’s car, where Angel sat silently in the backseat, waiting for Magdalena and Viktor to return.
Magdalena forgot her phone, and Lucian’s obsessive father had to follow her around like a dog scared of losing its owner. Pathetic.
Lucian looked at Angel, his arm resting on the roof of the car. “What’s your lunch, little brat?”
Angel looked at him, pouting. “It’s too early for lunch, Uncle Lucian.”
Lucian chuckled. “I was just asking because I thought about picking you up to eat lunch together.”
“Would you buy me ice cream?” Angel asked, eyes twinkling with happiness.
“Beats me,” Lucian answered, smirking. “Depends on the negotiation.”
“What negotiation?” Angel asked, innocently.
Lucian thought about luring Magdalena into a lunch date with him a
