My big friend didn’t seem as scary as he was anymore.
Viktor was far scarier.
Behind him, my big friend, Bonnie—weird name for a man but what Viktor had called him that, watched me. He looked relieved that he wasn’t the one handling me anymore at least. I wasn’t in the living room as I’d thought, I was in a bedroom. Viktor’s bedroom, I presumed.
The lights everywhere. Too bright. The ache in my head intensified with each passing second, I couldn’t get used to lights being this bright so I kept squinting. My migraines caused pain to pulsate in my temples like I was being repeatedly hit by a hammer.
Viktor stood there, his amusement barely concealed as he looked at me with a cold, unblinking intensity. Then, as if suddenly bored, his gaze shifted. He shot a quick glance behind him at
