Chapter 197

Ruslan! The same Ruslan that was supposed to be dead? The one Adler killed? And threw off a cliff? He couldn't still be living! 

  "Shit!" Rune swore again and she listened to her heart begining to thud out of its volition. Kyra turned her attention back to the stage, was it possible? Obviously it was if he was causing ripples through the room.

  Brown haired dug into his pocket and brought out a lollipop by its stick, and for a full minute he busied himself tugging at wrap.

  Kyra frowned, that it was cherried hue, didn't do much for his ruthless reputation. Ruslan stuck the candy into his mouth and the lone crack that followed reverberated through walls.

  He flung the stick behind him, sighed, looked at the crowd and grinned, "Good evening gentlemen."

  His audience were exceptionally quiet, their tension palpable for most did not as much as move a muscle. She had no issue believing some held their breaths for she held hers.