I was sure I couldn't go back to my apartment for now.
Even if it meant being with Viktor.
And that time there was no alcohol involved to get along.
Lucian had killed June.
And I was in his brother's vehicle.
I wondered if I had bumped into him because he was going to the club, but as I glanced sideways at him I noticed that he was wearing sports clothes as if he had just come out of the gym and that his hair was like when you dry it after sweating. Also, headphones were hanging from his neck. These were not nightclub clothes.
“What were you doing? “I asked him as if he hadn't just run into me on the street.
He still didn't think it was strange.
“Training," he replied. Then he pointed to a bag resting right in front of me that I hadn't noticed before. And that's food. And you...?
