Victor’s POV
Alice’s call caught me off guard.
A slow smile spreads across my face as I lower the phone from my ear. I didn’t expect her to reach out first. Not my stubborn little Allie.
She used to trail after me like a shadow, always soft, always hopeful.
Now she speaks with authority… sharp, composed, distant.
I lean back in my chair, exhaling slowly.
“My little Allie,” I murmur under my breath, my fingers tightening around the phone. “All grown up… fierce… remarkable.”
Just the way I like them.
The last words I told her echo in my head, sending a shiver down my spine. Heat coils low in my chest....not just desire, but something deeper… darker. A need. A pull.
I want to hold her. I want to own her.
To feel her breathe against me.
To remind her where she belongs.
