Michael’s POV
The moment Viktor mentioned the location, my first thought was to leave now. I could already picture the streets, the quickest route, the doors I would knock down if I had to.
Viktor’s voice cut through before I could move. “You said it yourself earlier, Michael. We are not going to interrupt. We make sure she’s safe first.”
He looked at me with a focus that felt almost pointed, as if weighing whether I’d stand by my words.
“I am not just sitting here,” I said.
“We will not,” he replied. “But charging in without knowing her state will only make things worse. If she is still shaken, the last thing she needs is to feel cornered.”
I pressed my hands against the table. A slow weight settled in my chest, as though the walls were drawing closer. I needed to see her, to know s
