Ivan’s POV

Lighting flashed across the corridor giving it an eerie. The rain was relentless, and my steady footsteps continued until I arrived at the private living room on the first floor.

The door was opened with a creak, I stepped inside my gaze falling on the figure sitting by the full-length window casually sipping coffee like he owned the room typical of Kirill.

The door clicked shut behind me and he finally glanced up. "Took you long enough," he said with a passive ...