Victor was sweating buckets. He had no idea what was going to happen. If the gorgeous Von Heim ladies ordered his execution, then that would be that.
Sure, it might stir a few minor storms in the capital, but nothing substantial would come of it.
His family didn't have the strength or standing to seek retribution for him, and even if they did, none of them would willingly put their lives at stake for someone like him.
Someone like me.
Victor repeated the words in his mind, a scowl almost forming on his face.
Then he heard Isolde speak.
"What do you want, arriving uninvited... again?"
Victor flinched as though struck, then gulped.
"Well, you see..."
He glanced around nervously, lowering his voice to a whisper.
"It's an important issue. Can we talk... in private?"
Isolde contemplated briefly, her expression unreadable.
She turned to Selaphiel, who was staring at the portly man with the kind of venom reserved for deep personal grudges.
