Crossroads of Fate
Griffin’s POV
The door burst open with a fury that rattled the hinges and he was there waiting.
Viktor.
With a devious grin on his lips, he aimed the gun straight at me. He looked at me, then at Griffin, then back again. Every second that passed added more worry in the room.
In a quiet, measured tone that suggested he was talking about something as unimportant as the weather, Victor said, "You are in my way."
I held my breath; Griffin didn't flinch. He didn't lose his firearm either. His whole body was tight, preparing to attack.
"Victor, you have nothing to say?" Griffin had a steely, frigid voice. "Again, you come here to threaten her?"
Victor's grin simply got larger. "I came here not to make threats. To make an offer, I came here.
My heart pounded.
