Viktor sat in the dim light of his study, feet propped on the coffee table, a half-empty bottle of red wine in his hand. The room smelled like oak and cigar smoke, even though no one was smoking. Luka sprawled across the couch opposite him, tie loose, shirt unbuttoned, a glass dangling from his fingers. He was drunk... really drunk. His words slurred together as he waved the glass around.
"And then... then Dad sets me up with this girl, right? She's a Beta and she's from a really nice family. But I show up and start talking about my 'collection' of rare diseases. I told her I cough up spiders every full moon." Luka burst into laughter, nearly spilling his drink. "She ran out so fast!"
Viktor took a slow sip of wine. He wasn't listening. Not really. His mind was on Elias. He was thinking so much about him. How he left earlier and didn't even look back
