THE BREAKFAST was quiet just like the usual, but the silence was heavier because of the tension in Viktor’s eyes as he glared at Lucian who was sitting on the chair in front of Magdalena.
The clink of silverware and the cold hum of the air conditioning filled the spacious dining hall. The sunlight streamed from the glass windows as the maids lined up behind Viktor, who was at the head of the table.
The scent of the bread toast, eggs, and coffee filled Lena’s nose. Angel was eating silently beside her as she constantly glanced at Viktor and Lucian.
The atmosphere was intense, and Lena doesn’t know how to ease the tension.
“I heard about the stunt you pulled out last night,” Viktor said, unable to ignore the nonchalance on Lucian’s face. “Those bruises are enough proof that you went aga
