Chapter 104
The quietness ever since the ride on the elevator was so unbearable and taunting, Victor hasn't spared any of them a glance or even said a word, because the fury radiating from him was enough to choke the air.
It sat on their shoulders like a weight none of them could shrug off.
Once in minutes, Sebastian and Celeste—whose backs were pressed against the mirrored walls a few feet away from the ticking bomb—would exchange glances.
Once every minute, Celeste's eyes filled with judgment and a thread of concern she was trying very hard to hide, while Sebastian's held that silent plea, that desperate attempt to win sympathy that he already knew he wouldn't get.
The elevator finally chimed open and without hesitation Victor stepped out like a tsunami about to destroy and sweep away anything on his path.
His stride was sharp, precise, carrying that storm-front silence that warned of devastation before it hit.
