CHAPTER 61

JON STILLED AT the mention of the Russian name. "The same Maxim? The Maxim Ivanov that hates me and wishes me dead?"

Lucas nodded and laughed, "Yeah, the very one."

Jon sat up, leaving one sock on, "What did he want?"

Lucas looked at Jon and held his gaze for a moment before turning and looking at himself in the mirror.

"Well," Lucas leaned in to take a closer look at his face in the mirror, "He came to meet with me," he said slowly, rubbing at a spot beside his nose, "He came to meet with me to plan your downfall."

Jon winced, "Wait, what?"

"That was my response," Lucas said, "But yeah, he came here to talk about you, and how to make you fall, you get it?"

Jon looked blankly at the Persian rug laid in the centre of his room.

Lucas cleared his throat, "Hello, did you hear what I just said?"

Jon snapped out of his mini-trance and said, "Yes, yes. But… Why are you telling me this?" Jon looked at his stepbrother who was looking closely at the mirror, "I thought you and Maxim woul
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