Chapter 36 The Scary Underground Room

Viktor's POV Damn Soren. Before I could be elated that I'd found Leona, that damn fellow was watching Elmo—a bastard good for nothing but his riches—bully her. He'd sat there, doing nothing. Great. If he refused to cherish Leona, he shouldn't blame me for taking her away from him. Leona was also being an idiot. Drinking such high-proof vodka like that would cost her her life. She used to beat the hell out of someone who'd just given her a slap across the face. Why had she become so useless? I wanted to pummel the guy who suggested playing this game on the head with a bottle of vodka, so I did exactly that. Elmo wanted to pester Leona further when she'd run out, but I unceremoniously brought a bottle down on his head. Hearing the racket, his men wanted to barge in and stop me but were stopped by an invisible force. I looked at Soren, who was still seated on the couch, not moving an inch. Out of the people here, he alone was strong enough to do so. With that, I saw there was