VIKTOR'S POV
She turns to face me. Her eyes are red from crying, but her expression is compose and determine.
"I've made my decision," she says.
I brace myself. "Okay."
"I'm staying."
Relief crashed through me so intensely I had to grip the edge of my desk to stay upright. "You're staying."
"On conditions." She crossed her arms. "I'm staying on my terms, Viktor. Not yours."
"What are your terms?"
"First: I want my own space. A separate living quarters. I'm not moving into your bedroom or playing house. We're not a couple. We're two people who are having a baby together."
It hurt. God, it hurt. But I nodded. "Done. You can keep the east wing suite."
"Second: I want autonomy. I understand there need to be security protocols, but I'm not a prisoner. If I want to go somewhere on the
