Iris’s POV
I stared at Victor’s message for a full thirty seconds before I finally typed a response.
We need to meet. It is urgent.
The three dots appeared almost immediately, which told me he had been watching his phone, waiting for me to say something. I told myself that did not mean anything. It was not flattering, and it was not special. It was just Victor being himself, always watching, always ready.
My phone rang before I could change my mind.
“Tell me where you are.”
There was no greeting, no hesitation, just his voice, low and steady, like he had already been expecting this.
“I am at home,” I said.
“Can you drive?”
“Yes.”
He gave me an address I did not recognize. It was not his house, not anywhere familiar, just a quiet location somewhere across the city.
“There is a p
