Kalev’s POV
Viktor poured the drink with the same steady hand he’d always had. I’d just watched Senna accept a truce that she shouldn’t have accepted, in my mind. It wasn’t a fair deal. But it kept her safe for the time being, so there was that.
The amber liquid caught the light as it hit the glass. Viktor motioned towards the couch.
“Sit,” he said, passing me a drink.
I didn’t.
He glanced up at me with one brow raised. “You used to be less dramatic.” His tone was light and teasing.
“You used to knock before walking into my private den.” Behind me, the cameras had panned to Korrigan and his pack. They had cornered a young wolf who had been mainly alone during the games. Her eyes flashed on the screen, terrified, as she let her wolf out.
I hadn’t invited Viktor into my den. He’d just
