Chapter 133

• When I arrived at the beach house, the sun was already disappearing behind the horizon. I went inside to see Viktor sitting on the couch, polishing his guns and knives. The bastard loved to keep his toys shiny.
• “Ayla is upstairs,” he mumbled without taking his eyes off the dagger he was holding.
• Our room was empty, but I could hear soft singing from the room next to ours. Of course, she was there. I should have known better.