What Victor CarriedHe was waiting for me in the small study off the guards' quarters, a room I'd never once had reason to enter before tonight. It was sparse and functional, a narrow desk pushed against one wall stacked with duty rosters nobody had bothered filing away, a single lamp burning low between two mismatched chairs, the kind of room built for reports rather than anything a person might actually want to say out loud in it."You could have chosen somewhere less like an interrogation," I said, taking the seat across from him, the chair's wood cold even through my skirts."I chose somewhere private," Victor said. "There's a difference, though I understand why it might not feel that way tonight."He didn't speak again for a long moment. He turned a small carved token over and over in his fingers, wolf-shaped, worn smooth along every edge, and I watched him open his mouth twice and close it again before any sound came out, the silence stretching long enough that I nearly reached
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