However briefly annoyed, Viktor braves Lizbeth's storm with dignity and grace. He gives her a patient look, but it makes him wonder what the fuck he's doing there. All of this soul shit is out of Viktor's scope.

Jesus, is he supposed to be the muscle? He glances at Marcus. The man could probably subdue Sam without powers. But would a soulless Sam stop short of killing any of them if he were fighting for his life?

"Gone?" Viktor echoes, surprised. His chest tightens. He shifts his focus back to Marcus. "But we can get him back. Right?"