The Beginning Of Their End
“Vladimir.” I corrected swiftly. “I was in the neighborhood.”
“Oh, really? How fortunate for us.” He nodded his head, a small crease above his brow. “I am betting that you wanted to see the sights. The museum is still open, I believe. I will have one of my people take you there.” He snapped his hands and one of the witches guarding him walked forward.
The rest of the room -except for the oblivious Josie-, waited with baited breath, dreading my reaction.
If I wanted to be a nice man, I would leave, letting rumors fly that Ivan was able to succeed where his daughter failed. However, I was not a man. And second, I was here to ruin them all.
My congenial smile spread across my face. “It would be nice to see the city from a native’s point of view. Thank you for the offer, Ivan.”