Chapter 73

The Prey

In middle of the room sat a man on the chair. His face was sharp, his eyes darker than the universe outside. He wore a thick fur coat, and a scarf around his neck. Deep blue suit, and a small blade in his fingers he was playing with.

And that scar—a deep, jagged line that ran from his forehead to his jaw—made him look like a man who had faced death and laughed in its face.

I did not like the man.

Everything around me stilled for a second and I knew who he was. Ivan’s brother.

Dark eyes met mine. Lips tilted in a curve and his fingers stilled. Head tilted to side as he assessed me. “Ты привел ягненка.” ("You brought the lamb.")

My brows narrowed as I fisted Ivan’s sweater tightly and looked at him. “What is he saying?”

Ivan did not looked at him, his eyes were on his brother the whole time and something shifted. “Welcoming you.”

I swallowed and nodded.

Before I could react, he stood up from his c