Lucas pov
I stood at the entrance of the dimly lit bar, my fingers brushing the collar of my jacket. The air inside was thick, heavy with smoke and the scent of whiskey. I hated places like this. But when you were making deals with the devil, you didn't get to pick the venue.
Viktor Draken was sitting at a back table, his gaze locked on me the moment I walked in. His eyes icy blue, cold as the winter nights I’d spent wandering the wilderness were a warning in themselves. Viktor was a legend among wolves. The kind of legend you heard whispered about in dark alleys and smoky rooms, the one you feared to even mention by name.
You came. His voice sliced through the air like a blade. I didn’t think you’d have the stomach for it.
I didn’t sit immediately. I let the silence hang between us f
