Victor arrived home shortly afterward and, the moment he walked through the front door, decided he had already done far too much for a single day.
He didn't even bother looking for anyone.
He walked into the living room, took off his coat along the way, and simply dropped himself onto the sofa, letting his head fall against the backrest as he released a long sigh.
Between Anette, Vlad, the vault, Gram, and a Dragon who had tried to disintegrate him several times before agreeing to talk, he was beginning to feel that leaving the house was becoming far too dangerous for his peace of mind.
"Finally."
Victor murmured as he closed his eyes, enjoying a few seconds of silence.
The sound of footsteps coming from the staircase made one of his eyebrows twitch.
"So?"
Scarlet asked as she descended the final steps, already looking at him with obvious curiosity.
