Nadia’s POV

We walked into the apartment building after Vlad handed the valet my keys. He wrapped his arm firmly around my waist and the bellboy had the elevator ready for us. It went straight to his penthouse.

He opened the front door and his apartment was surrounded by darkness. I raised my eyebrow and looked at him. He clapped his hands twice and a gust of wind blew past us, the apartment laminated with candle lights.

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