The Victor she met in the vast study didn't resemble the titan she had always feared.
No, this person with silver-white hair and soft blue eyes was a man carrying a burden she couldn't comprehend.
"You are here," Victor said, a barely perceptible smile on his lips. "Sit, sit, I'll ask May to cook your favorite."
Severine took a seat opposite him with a huge mahogany table between them.
A cluster of documents had been piled on one side, clearly showing just how much Victor had missed his work.
Was my disappearance that troubling? she thought with a mild shock.
"No need. I am not hungry."
Despite not having breakfast, she didn't feel like eating anything. Killian had made sure she drank juice before leaving Winterhall Enclave, and for now, that was enough to sustain her through this afternoon.
It wasn't like she hadn't gone hungry before.
Isabella used to lock her in a tiny room, forbidding her from eating for hours and sometimes even for an entire day.
