Layla’s POVThe door had barely shut when Viktor spoke quickly“Did anyone follow you?”I blinked, caught off guard. “No,” I said. “Why?”He did not answer.Instead, he stepped forward and pulled me into a hug just like that.For a second, I froze. Then I relaxed into it, my arms were slowly wrapping around him.“I’ve been calling you,” he muttered against my hair. “Texting too. You didn’t pick up.”“I was with Elena,” I said quietly. “I couldn’t have picked there.”He didn’t respond right away. He just held me… a little longer than necessary, a little tighter than usual tooThen, finally, he let go.“Next time,” he said, his voice was lower now and controlled, “you pick up. Or you call me back immediately.”I nodded. “I will.”He studied my face for a second, like he was making sure I was okay.Then he exhaled and gestured toward the couch. “Sit.”I walked over and sat down, smoothing my dress slightly.He followed and sat beside me, his eyes moving over me once before he spoke
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