Chapter 7: The Serpent's Nest

Fri, 20 Jun 2025 14:52:21 +0000

Anya, her heart hammering against her ribs, burst back into the chaotic ballroom. The screams of the guests still echoed in her ears, blending with the sickening sounds from Vikram's rampage. Her perfectly coiffed hair was disheveled, her emerald gown now felt like a lead weight, and her carefully constructed world had imploded. She scanned the crowd, her eyes desperately searching for any of the Volkov brothers. She spotted Lev, standing near the shattered remains of a champagne fountain, his expression calm and observant, almost detached amidst the rising panic. He seemed the most approachable, the least overtly menacing.