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Roman takes the stool that Viktor just vacated. He’s wearing a silk shirt open to mid-chest, with gold chains looped heavily almost down to his belly button. Whoever told him he looked good tonight was either blind, a liar, or both.

“Roman,” I greet coldly, looking away.

“Don’t tell me he’s disappeared on you already? I thought Viktor had better manners than that.”

“He had business to attend to.”