Fallout

[Ascendancy]

Viktor fixed his gaze upon the back of Jensen's head, forcing it to remain wary of the man until he'd proven his trust. Viktor was literally laying his head on the guillotine, and with what happened next, either his neck would be saved or severed. For all he knew, Jensen could go ahead and kill Nikolai. The man may yet recover on his own, or he may have permanent brain damage and remain a vegetable for the rest of his life. Who knew the extent of this power? Maybe Jensen would heal him but transform his personality, wipe his memory, or warp his mind? He was putting a lot of trust into the American. Ivan's testimony blunted the sharp worry sticking in his mind like barbs, but at least it was some help.

Jensen's call to prayer narrowed his gaze doubtful. He looked to Ivan like the man might have insight. He leaned closer, "Watch him. If he does something you think is wrong, step in. Do not hesitate."
He kicked a nod toward the back of Jensen's head, jaw tight.

His Wallet vibrated softly in his pocket. The press conference had begun. Leonid was on stage, and Viktor was torn whether to step out and watch or stay with Nikolai.

Instead, he flipped the Wallet to record and held the camera high. He was Nikolai's man. He wouldn't leave, not now. Not when the man's life was balanced on the edge of a knife.

He recorded what was happening.