Viktor stopped abruptly, turning around.
"Give me those." He gestured at the bundle in Mira's arms.
She blinked, confused and flustered at suddenly being the center of his attention again. "My lord?"
"Your hands are full. I'll carry your things." Viktor shifted Toby slightly, extending his free hand.
Mira's heart squeezed in her chest. 'A noble… carrying my things?' She'd expected orders, not help. That small warmth from earlier spread, mixing with embarrassment until she didn't know what to do with her own feelings.
'He saved Toby… now he's carrying our life on his shoulder and our junk in his hand… what sort of person does that?'
Helena watched too, her lips twitching into a soft, proud smile. 'See?' she thought smugly, chest rising a little higher. 'This is my young master. The same one who calls this place a shithole, but still picks up a widow's trash without blinking.'
