VIKTOR
I watched the feed from the hidden camera in Ava’s kitchen, fingers steepled lightly in front of me, my gaze fixed on the screen as she and Daniel worked through the footage with growing intensity.
They were faster than I expected.
Most people in her position would still be recovering…weak, disoriented, afraid. Ava Harrington, however, was already dissecting the situation with precision, her attention locked on every frame, every movement, every anomaly.
Interesting.
Daniel stood close to her, his presence protective, almost instinctive. He wasn’t just an employee or an associate. There was loyalty there. The kind that didn’t come cheap and certainly didn’t come easy. But not unpredictable. Men like him always followed a pattern—protect first, question later, react emotionally
