"What the hell are you doing here?" Finlay's voice cut through the thick tension like a blade, standing fists clenched, glaring at the man who had just emerged from the shadows of the mansion's decrepit hallway.
The man stepped forward; the boots echoed on the wooden floorboards. He was tall, with sharp features and an icy coldness that spoke little as to whether he was a friend or a foe. His eyes-an unnervingly green colour-settled on Finlay and then came back to me.
"Viktor," I said; my voice shook just a tad.
He c****d his head to one side, and a smile quivered over his lips. "Ah, Luciana. Still breathing, it would seem. How very impressive.
"Cut the pleasantries," Finlay snapped, stepping protectively in front of me. "If you're working with The Broker, I'll put a bullet in you righ
