Viktorija could only look at the white-haired male standing in the middle of her apartment, he was standing there like he owned the place. She narrowed her eyes as he moved to the kitchen and then back to the living room, even as Viktorija quickly hid from his view.
Now she was glad that she had turned the next two apartments into a massive library; that she didn’t keep any of her study materials in the apartment; none of her books were easily accessible to outsiders. She made it that why; since her apartment had been broken into at last once or twice a year; until she had learnt security seals and kept updating them every time, she learnt a new one.
Viktorija could only hope that he didn’t destroy them, even if she was part of the Soldat; people would still try to break in and destroy
