Novel's POV After Viktor led Emilia from the room, the silence left behind felt heavy and suffocating. Alexei turned to me, his brow furrowed with a suspicion he couldn't quite hide.“What were you two really talking about?” he asked.I forced a small, practiced smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Nothing for you to worry about, Alex. Just girls talk.”“Really? Because I can tell when you’re lying to me, Novel.” He stepped closer, his eyes searching mine.I looked away. I couldn't tell him, not yet. He wouldn't believe that Viktor, his closest confidant, was a snake in the grass. I had no proof, no evidence that Emilia was merely a pawn in a much larger, darker game. If I spoke now, I would just sound paranoid.“Did you see Maxillo’s body?” I asked, desperate to change the conversation.“Yes. Viktor sent me a photo of the scene,” Alexei said, pulling his phone from his pocket.He scrolled for a moment before turning the screen toward me. The second my eyes hit the image, the worl
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