Chapter 25:A Dangerous Mercy
Alina’s body remained tense even as Viktor turned away. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her fingers still trembling where they had pressed against the wooden desk. He hadn’t punished her—not in the way she expected. But his words clung to her skin like an unshakable chill. "Be grateful for my mercy… because it won’t last forever." A twisted mercy. A warning wrapped in restraint. Her gaze locked onto Viktor’s broad back as he moved toward the fireplace, his movements slow, deliberate. "You should get some rest," he murmured, his voice unreadable. Alina’s stomach twisted. Rest? How could he say that—after everything? "I don’t understand you," she admitted, her voice quieter than she intended. Viktor stopped. The flames flickered against his profile as he turned his head slightly
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