Victoria's p.o.v.:
"...hence, a war is yet to occur", stated Aaron casually.
If only his narration could've been better.
Turning the scribbled sheet over and over again, I couldn’t decipher anything apart from a hollow death threat in the form of a nursery poem.
This is it.
Grabbing the glass paper weight from the Oak desk, I threw it across the Office Library, resulting in it getting smashed against the wooden floor.
Besides the sound of the glass paper weight getting fragmented into infinite colored crystals, I could also hear two gasps.
“Vic, you almost gave me a-“
Before Aaron could complete the ever cliché sentence, I lunged for him, aiming at his neck. But, before I could punch the fucker, two large arms restricted me to move forward.
Alexander prohibited me from moving furt
