VICTOR'S POV
"Victor."
Gideon’s voice reached me from behind.
I kept walking.
Michael was beside me, his expression hard as we made our way toward the cell block where Sarah had been taken after the meeting.
Footsteps approached from behind measured and unhurried.
Gideon wasn't running after us.
Of course he wasn't. He knew better than to look desperate.
"Victor," he called again, closer this time. "A word."
I stopped and Michael stopped too.
I turned slowly.
He stood several feet away, impeccably composed.There wasn't a trace of the blustering fool I'd expected to see.
That made him more irritating.
His eyes moved briefly to Michael before settling on me.
"I believe we're owed an explanation," he said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"For what?"
"For why a man who was stripped of h
