The door creaked as Viktor stepped out, the dim hallway casting shadows across his bandaged torso.
Half an hour had passed since he'd disappeared into that room of the slave woman.
Kaida was still sprawled on the sofa, one arm draped over her eyes, but her fingers had tightened around the dagger hilt the moment she heard his footsteps.
She tilted her head slightly, peeking from under her arm.
"You finished inside her so soon, huh?" Kaida's voice dripped with sarcasm, though something sharp edged beneath it—disgust, maybe judgment.
Viktor paused mid-step and let out a low chuckle, the sound rough in his throat.
"So you're the one who corrupted my Mira," he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he rolled his shoulders.
Kaida sat up abruptly, red hair falling messily around her face. "The hell corrupted—"
