VIKTOR
I woke to the city smelling like rain and engines — a clean, metallic combination that suited the morning after. The engagement was meant to be a ‘declaration’, as the Pakhan called it.
That was the easy part, the hard part is what comes after the engagement, when you have to decide what to do with the declaration you just made.
I couldn't sleep last night, partially because of the insomnia I have become used to and mostly, because of a certain curvy lady with Emerald eyes. Her face kept replaying in my head, so I couldn't fall asleep and risk her ethereal features leaving my head. Blasphemy, I know.
And so I texted her, I hoped she was already asleep, but she wasn't. And she replied, without much sass.
I have business at Edward Reynolds’s house, business that involves his
