“How the fuck is that a stupid question? All I want to do is to prove my innocence!” Henry Blaise was still coughing on blood, his lips cut and bruised, but his voice hadn’t lost its bite. Devin couldn’t respond to him. “I didn’t fucking do it!” He screamed again as Dreykov moved and pressed a boot against his chest to keep him down. Devin stared at him from above, eyes blazing like twin suns about to go nova. He didn’t say anything yet, all he wanted to do was to tear something apart. Viktor folded his arms and smirked. “Keep shouting, Henry. It’s only making you look more guilty.” Henry turned his head and spat blood at Viktor’s shoe. “Fuck you. You’ve always hated me. You’ve wanted this. I know you set me up!” “Oh please, Blaise.” Viktor said. “Don’t flatter yourself. I didn’t want this. I just *knew* it was only a matter of time before your fake-ass loyalty cracked.” Henry frowned. “You think you're so fucking clever, don’t you? You fucking parasite—” Be

The sun had refused to rise properly. And even I’d it dared to, Devin was sure as hell ready to cover it. But it was, and it looked like even the heavens were mourning Kia's death. It was the second day of Kia’s burial rites. The estate was quieter now. Most of the visitors had paid their respects and left, some returning from the day before, others who had not been able to make it earlier. The funeral was now a constant source of pain. Devin wasn't there today. He had gone out, and not a lot of people knew where he was exactly, but everyone knew better than to ask. Kia's grave stayed just as it had been, surrounded by fresh flowers and gifts for the dead. The dirt was still fresh, and it looked like it didn't belong in this world. Like someone had punched a hole through mother earth and decided to drop an angel inside it. Amanda stood behind a tree, wearing a long black hoodie and sunglasses. Her hands trembled inside the oversized sleeves. She hadn't planned to cry, but the mo

Viktor stood by the window in his home, staring at nothing. Outside, the rain was drizzling, and the place still had the whole feeling of grief and death. He didn’t know how to feel ever since Kia died. And it wasn’t entirely because he felt guilty, but because he felt that something was wrong. He couldn’t just quite put his finger on it. Sighing, he turned around and started to pour himself a glass of scotch. His hands shook slightly as he brought the drink to his lips. He felt a presence and looked around. Everything seemed normal enough. “Must have been my head, then.” That was when the lights started to flicker, causing him to stop drinking. "Fuck!” Viktor muttered, setting the glass down. A huge blast of cold wind blew around the place, even though all the windows were shut. And as the lights flickered, the shadows in the corner started to twist, bend and stretch, moving unnaturally. Viktor clenched his jaw in annoyance. "Fancy showing up now.” He said to nothing.

There was a knock at the door. Devin stood at the window of his study, looking at the trees outside but seeing nothing. He wanted to throw things at the walls and he wanted to see Viktor and tear him apart. He needed an outlet for all the anger that he was feeling. He had barely slept. His shirt was half-buttoned, his hair was a mess, but Devin didn’t give a shit about any of that. The person at the door knocked again, louder this time. Devin didn’t bother to move, he already knew who was behind that door. The door opened, and Viktor strolled in with a smug smile plastered on his face like the shit-eating bastard he was. He was dressed in a nice jacket, a dark one with silver buttons. He had his hands in his pockets, smiling like this was a social call. “Devin.” He said smoothly. “You look like hell. I’ve been knocking for a while now.” Devin didn’t respond to him. He didn’t even act like he had heard anything from him. “I figured you’d need some space.” Viktor went on. “

They heard the front door open loudly, and Viktor immediately turned to the sound before looking at Amanda above him. “I didn’t know that you were expecting a visitor.” She shrugged. “I didn’t know that you’d be here until you came either.” Devin walked in first, flanked by two of his trusted men, their black coats soaked from the drizzle outside. Amanda jumped from the couch where she had been sitting beside Viktor. Her heart pounded as she saw the look in Devin's eyes, and it was pure bloody murder. Viktor, still shirtless and half-bandaged, looked af her in confusion. “What the fuck—?" "Don't move.” Devin said coldly, lifting a hand. "I'll tear your fucking head off if you even dare to.” Viktor's face went white. His eyes darted to Amanda, and he found out that she had betrayed him. "You..." He growled. "You fucking—" "Shut up, Viktor!” Amanda snapped, standing between the men and the couch. "You used me, you lied to me, and then you touched me with the sam