Page 62 of Viktor

Waverly’s mouth gaped open, and she quickly shut it.

“We’ll deal with the situation,” Viktor corrected.

Greyson stood and crossed the room, continuing to speak. “Humans who conjure demons are no different than demons. They can fuck off and die.” He sighed loudly. “Well, folks. This little therapy session has been great and all. But I’ve gotta go eat. Maybe fuck. Maybe both. Not necessarily in that order. Text me when you hear from the demon. I’ll be back.”

Viktor exchanged a look with his brother before he disappeared into thin air. Waverly’s eyes widened, witnessing his departure. Viktor sensed her anxiety, the sound of her heart beating grew louder.

“Hey.” He brought her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss to the back of it. “I arranged to have lunch delivered. Why don’t you rest for a while, and I’ll come get you when it’s here?”

“Would it be okay if I used your laptop?” she asked. “I have my phone, but it’ll be easier to do research on a bigger screen.”

“Absolutely. It’s in the kitchen.” Viktor crossed the living room into the kitchen and opened a cabinet door, retrieving the device. “Here.”

“Thank you,” she said accepting it. “Um, can I just use it? Or is there a password or something?”

Viktor smiled, leaning to whisper in her ear. “BloodDaddy. All one word. Big D.”

“What?” Waverly laughed. Distracted, she fumbled the tablet in her hands, but she quickly regained her grip.

“That’s right, woman. Bloooood Daddy!” Viktor brushed a kiss to her cheek and released her with a hearty laugh.

“That’s your password? You’re messing with me.”

“No. No I’m not.”

Waverly shot him a look of disbelief. “No way.”

“Truly. I went to pick it up and the saleswoman helped me set it. Turns out she’s a donor.”

“But of course.” Waverly rolled her eyes.

“Apparently I’m irresistible or so I’ve been told by Miss Diana Lord.”

“More like incorrigible.” She shot him a closed smile.

“I must’ve been giving off big vamp vibes that day because she just came right out with it. Confessing her guilty pleasure.” Viktor smiled.

“Getting bitten?” Waverly asked.

“Well that too, but she apparently had a penchant for giving nicknames to her favorite biters. Declared me Blood Daddy right then and there. Typed it right into my password when she set it up. But don’t worry, pet. I never tasted a drop of her blood.”

“I’m not believing a word of this.”

“Believe it baby.” Viktor winked at her and reached for the plate of croissants that sat left over from breakfast. He lifted one to his lips and took a bite.

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“You’re a lucky woman,” he joked.

“Super lucky. So lucky. I’m just not sure what I’m going to do with all this luck.” Waverly laughed.

“Stick with me and maybe you’ll help me earn my nickname.” Viktor smiled as she blushed in response.

“Do you mind if I go sit at the desk in the guest room?”

“Not at all. I have a few things I must do, and you never know when Rafe will be coming back down. Kids. You know how it is.”

“I don’t have children. But he is adorable. I suppose he’s a bit larger than most. Must be difficult to chase after.”