Viktoria POV
When I come back to the door, I see he’s no longer alone. Four guards flank him, wearing heavy boots, blocking the narrow hallway ans looking dangerous.
The way Elon stands—there’s something sinister about it. He’s blocking the only exit, his body angled slightly as though he doesn’t intend to let me pass.
My heart beats a little faster. My hands clutch the strap of my bag tighter.
“What is it this time, Elon?” I ask quietly, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
He glances at the guards. “Don’t mind them,” he says. “They’re required to come with me now.”
“Required,” I reply. “Right. Of course.”
“Give us a minute,” he says to the guards.
The guards exchange uncertain looks, but eventually step back down the hall, stopping a short distance away where they can sti
