The air in Victoria's chambers was thick, heavy with an unspoken tension that could suffocate. I sat at the edge of one of her plush armchairs, feigning relaxation while sipping the scotch she insisted I try. The glass felt cool against my fingers, but my thoughts burned with calculations.
Victoria paced across the room, her movements sharp, her Blade Dominion quirk flickering faintly around her. It wasn't intentional—she didn't even seem to notice. A ripple of silver light followed her hands as if the spectral blades themselves were responding to her emotions.
"You've been… distracted," she said finally, her voice cutting through the silence like one of her own weapons. She stopped pacing to face me, arms crossed, her piercing gaze locked onto mine. "Where have you been, Felix?"
I smiled, leaning back in the chair. "Here. There. You know me—always busy."
Her jaw tightened. "Don't play coy with me. You've been meeting with Amelia, haven't you?"
