The library doors locked with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout.
I had only stepped inside to find a book that might help me sleep. The mansion felt too quiet tonight, and I needed something to distract my racing mind. But the moment the doors closed behind me, I knew I had made a mistake. Victor stood near the tall windows with his back to me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The storm outside cast flickering shadows across the room, making his silhouette look even more imposing.
He turned slowly and fixed his cold eyes on me. “Sit down, Ava.”
My legs moved before my brain could catch up. I lowered myself into the nearest leather chair, my hands instinctively resting on my stomach. Victor walked over and took the seat directly across from me, close enough that I could smel
