Vikron
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Alpha Vikron dashed out through the back door, hot air flaring from his nostrils as he raced down the stairs. He bumped shoulders with a man in a black suit but didn’t slow his pace.
Once outside, away from the intense gaze of Ultima Rawson, he paused to brace himself for the pain. The familiar sting of anger should have clawed at him: knowing his father had uncovered the truth about that night, but somehow, that pain didn’t come. No jealousy. Just raw, fierce anger.
His eyes scanned the front entrance of the building, but Camille was nowhere to be seen.
*Where was she?* he grunted inwardly, feeling an urgent need to leave this place.
He tried to sense her emotions or hear her thoughts, but there was nothing. Her scent was faint, almost nonexistent, even in the pl
