The room finally fell into a rare moment of true silence. After all the commotion involving Natasha, Charlotte, and the countless absurd situations that seemed to arise one after another, this momentary calm felt almost strange. The low fire in the fireplace cast soft shadows across the dark walls of the mansion as Victor remained seated on the sofa, his body relaxed for the first time in hours, though his mind was still far from truly resting.
Rakshasa remained seated beside him.
Or rather—
Partially on top of him.
Even after everything that had happened before, she had apparently decided that personal space was an optional concept when it came to Victor. One of her legs remained resting on his while her body leaned slightly against his shoulder, as if that position had become natural in an absurdly short period of time.
Victor no longer seemed to be fighting it.
Perhaps because he was tired.
