Victor’s POV
I was already seated when Marcus walked in, but this time I let myself study him more closely.
He moved with purpose, but there was tension in the tight line of his jaw and in the way his eyes searched the room before settling on me.
“You sounded serious,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “What’s going on?”
I let the silence stretch for a moment, just enough to shift the ground beneath him. Then I leaned back slightly in my chair, calm, composed, exactly as he expected from me.
“I need you to handle something,” I said.
His brows drew together. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
He stepped closer, still watching me carefully. “I was in the middle of something. I went to pick up Iris. She wasn’t there. Her friend said she stepped out for an emergency, but something about it didn’
