Kalev’s POV

My stomach was in knots as I sat down across from Viktor. He folded his hand under his chin and perched his chin on top.

We were at his estate, in his library. He had the fire blazing, which was making me sweat. I’d told Senna I had a business meeting to attend. I hated lying to her. But given what I was about to do tonight, it seemed small in comparison.

“I know this isn’t easy for you,” he said with a sympathetic smile. “But I…”

“Cut the crap,” I told him. “I don’t need your sympathy.”

“Suit yourself,” he said dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Really, such...