KIRILL’S POINT OF VIEW.
By the time I stepped into my office, Viktor was already pacing like a madman, his hair appearing jagged like he'd run his hands through it in frustration many times now. He let out several heavy breaths while staring at nowhere in particular.
I could practically see the anxiety rolling off him in waves… as well as a sense of….anger. On the other hand, Cassia sat curled on the leather couch, shaking, her hands wrapped around her midsection as she stared at the floor. I could see that her mascara smeared, giving her a look of utter despair. She was dressed in only a shirt and leggings….but one thing about my sister was that she never appeared disheveled.
She always liked to be put together, especially when she wasn’t alone. The fact that she looked like this could
