“Come inside.”
The warmth of the house wrapped around her, but it didn’t feel safe yet.
Not really.
Not until she looked back at him and asked softly:
“Are you coming too?”
The question caught him off guard.
No one asked him things like that.
No one expected him to follow.
But this wasn’t business.
This was something else.
“…Yes,” he said.
They took her to a room, dried her off, gave her water.
Within minutes, exhaustion pulled her into sleep—still clutching that worn teddy bear like it was the last piece of her old world.
Victor stood by the door, watching her.
For the first time in years… he didn’t feel in control.
“Find out everything,” he ordered once he stepped back into the hall.
“How her mother died. Who was involved. I want answers.”
His men nodded and disappeared.
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