Drystan’s POV
I drummed my fingers against the mahogany desk in the packhouse office, Victoria's face haunting my thoughts. Now, she must despise me. I'd chosen the path of vengeance and power instead of her. Victoria remains my only vulnerability, a fact no one can discover.
My phone vibrated against the desk.
"What has she done now?" I asked with a dry laugh.
"Besides scaling the fence daily?" Balthazar's voice crackled through the speaker. "She's stolen medical supplies and saved someone's life."
"I trained her well. She never fears consequences," I said, pride mixing with regret. "How are her abilities progressing?"
"She's mastering everything, Drystan. But she remains untamed."
"That's her nature," I replied, my chest tightening with longing.
"I'll arrive soon. Then set her fr
