15| Don't Blink.

He runs the flat surface of his tongue over his upper lip as he rubs his chin. A devious smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth and he drops his hand from his chin and points it at me.

"You are sitting in my chair." He states firmly with his eyes drilling into mine.

"And you are wasting my time." I snap back, picking up the packet of gum on his desk, and I shove a piece into my mouth. "But first, I want to know what you are doing with Dmitri?"

Konstatin raises his chin, peers down at me from the tip of his nose, and braces his hands in front of him. "He is not required here. This sit-down was set up for you and me; Volkov blood." He snarls with displeasure as he speaks of Dmitri.

I discard my feet from his desktop, and I lean forward glaring deep into his annoyingly familiar eyes. "If anything happens to him..."

He scoffs, cutting me off. "You will erase me from the face of the planet? That is such a cliche Wolf threat right there." He chuckles acidly.

I pop my gum in my mout