Gregory

Anika raised an eyebrow towards her guard. Klaus had scolded her for going to the club without him, but the conversation quickly turned into a reminder of how much they missed each other and how much Anika was finally enjoying her freedom. So she didn't insist too much. But after ending the call, she glanced at the dance floor. As planned, Vlad and Sonya were dancing on the lower level, so she gave a little excited jump. She had seen the look the man had given her friend, and considering that she was feeling particularly inclined to create some drama around her, she could say she was satisfied with herself. Smiling, she returned to the VIP lounge sofa, watching the crowd dance was almost relaxing. The vibration of the music around her was exciting, and she took a sip of her drink when someone finally caught her attention, and a chill ran down her spine.

It was Gregory Urich. He was in another booth, just like her, observing the crowd, leaning over a table and holding a glass of whisk