Alice’s POV
“Victor? Victor!”
I call after him again and again, my voice cracking as I run, trying to catch up. But it’s too late. He’s already inside his car. The engine roars to life, and within seconds, he speeds off, leaving nothing but dust and the sharp scent of burnt tires behind.
I slow down, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. My legs feel weak from the short chase, but it’s not the run that drains me...it’s the fear.
I couldn’t get Victor to promise me anything. Not even something as simple as sparing my family.
Anger bubbles up inside me, hot and uncontrollable. I turn sharply and storm back into the house, my footsteps heavy against the marble floor. Without thinking twice, I head straight for Dad’s study and push the door open without knocking.
“Dad
