“Does that mean you’re dangerous?” She was teasing, but she also wanted to see if he would argue he wasn’t. He’d already admitted he wasn’t a good guy, but she was curious to see how far he’d open up about himself to a “mere mortal” who wasn’t supposed to know what he really was.
“I—” The apartment door chimed.
Rurik growled to himself and left her to answer the door. A man in a waitstaff uniform rolled in a cart with covered serving trays. He paid the man, who set the dishes on the table and promptly rolled the cart back out.
“What kind of apartment building has room service?” she asked as he lifted the lid to reveal two steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes. She’d always loved a good steak.
“I own this building, and I like the convenience, so I had a skilled kitchen built in. My
