Rosalie's eyes widened, the shock of his words leaving her momentarily speechless.
She stared at him, trying to gauge his expression, to see if he was joking or if there was a hint of the dangerous man she knew he could be.
But Kallix had already turned away; his attention was now focused elsewhere, leaving her unable to read the thoughts that flickered behind those intense eyes.
Her gaze followed his, landing on the old man standing a short distance away.
The old man noticed Rosalie beside Kallix. He wanted to stay as quiet as possible, doing everything in his power to make himself invisible, as if hoping that the less attention he drew, the safer he would be. When the young master of the Volkovich suddenly called him earlier, he almost thought he was daydreaming. But that dream was no ordinary dream. It was filled with horror. And the main star of the dream was now walking behind him.
