Soren
I kept my breathing steady, but my pulse betrayed me, hammering in my chest like a warning bell.
Vladimir leaned against the wall, casual as ever, like he hadn't just chased me through the city for sport. He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes.
"Relax," he said, his voice smooth, unbothered. "I'm not here to hurt you."
I scoffed. "Right. Because I should totally believe that after you chased me like a damn serial killer."
He chuckled, a deep, lazy sound. "Chased is a strong word. You ran. I followed. Besides, if I wanted to harm you, I would've done it already."
That didn't exactly put me at ease. I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him. "Then what do you want?"
He shrugged. "Nothing much. Just a chat."
"A chat." I repeated flatly. "So the bullets were what? A friendly greeting?"
He sighed like I was exhausting him. "That wasn't me."
I frowned. "Bullshit. I saw you at the restaurant. So what? You came to check out the beef?"
