Kaida's boots slammed against the marble floor, each step echoing through the cursed manor like a war drum.
Her vision was red—literally red, her rage painting everything in crimson as she stormed through the hallways.
'Pregnant. That bastard got her pregnant.'
The thought looped in her mind like a poison, making her teeth grind so hard she tasted copper.
She had one mission: find Viktor and rip his fucking head off.
"Kaida, wait!" Mira's voice called from behind, but it was distant, drowned out by the roaring in Kaida's ears.
She reached a corridor lined with doors, her instincts guiding her toward the one at the end. Something about it screamed 'him'. The bastard's scent, his arrogance—it leaked from under the door like a foul miasma.
Without hesitation, Kaida raised her leg and 'kicked'.
The door exploded inward with a satisfying ''CRACK'', the wood splintering as it swung open.
But the moment her boot hit the floor inside—
'Slip.'
"Wha—!"
