Veronica
Victor doesn’t let me walk out of the house alone for even five seconds after what happened. Be it when I am outside in the garden, or going to school, I have guards with me all the time.
The whole week following the attack, which I insist on calling an accident, he walks around with a serious, even mad expression. An expression that says he will destroy anyone who happens to be in his way. The contrast between this version of him and the sweet goofy older brother I got to know in the previous days is so big I can’t even believe this is the same person.
He and some of his warriors are investigating what happened, following every smell and trace they could find on the road crossing the St. Claire property, but whoever attacked me has hidden their tracks so well that it is impos
