Marcus found Viktor near one of the tall windows overlooking the city, a glass of champagne in his hand that he clearly hadn’t touched. The lights from the ballroom reflected off the glass, casting a soft glow across Viktor’s face.
Viktor looked over as Marcus approached and a slow, knowing smile appeared.
“Well,” Viktor said. “You finally made the time to come talk to me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were avoiding me.”
Marcus stopped a few feet away. “What did you want to talk about?”
Viktor raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his face. “Ever so formal. Not even a proper greeting for your own cousin?”
Marcus just stared at him.
Viktor chuckled under his breath and took a small sip of the champagne. “Fine. Straight to the point then. I’ve been hearing a few whisp
