Desmond was escorted back to his bedroom without further resistance.
I was not so lucky; Victor's fingers curled tight around my upper arm, his grip bruising as he dragged me through the mansion halls, my steps unsteady and stumbling beneath his furious pace.
He all but threw me into his private quarters, slamming the door shut behind us, and I stumbled back, desperate to put distance between us.
A strong hand shot out and caught my wrist before I could move, his face thunderous.
"You had the nerve to betray me, to plot an escape with Desmond behind my back!" he said, his voice loud enough to rattle the walls.
The fury rolling off him was tangible, thick and suffocating, freezing the very air in the room and pressing down on every inch of my skin.
He shoved me hard against the wall,
