Nervous human heartbeats thundered in Victory’s ears over the distant sounds of the rest of the opera house. She hadn’t given Stefania an ultimatum, but the sword at her side and Asaron at her back comforted her.
Stefania raised her arm, but it wasn’t to set Pietrov loose on them. She pointed toward the door. “The day I need anything from you will be the day I have nothing left to my name. Get the hell out of my sight.”
No reason to prolong this ridiculousness any longer. Victory stood, inclined her head to Stefania without lowering her eyes, and marched for the exit. With a burst of vampiric speed, Asaron reached the door first and opened it for Victory. She strode through without slowing, Mikelos on her heels, past the two vampires who maintained guard outside. Neither appeared surpris
