His body vanished.
It wasn't a run. It was an explosion of movement. One second he was knelt over Kaida naked on the bed, the next, a gust of wind slammed into the room, rattling the window frames.
Whoosh!
He materialized in the hallway, as if skipping the living room and arriving within the guest quarters.
He was standing beside Mira, who was sitting on the edge of bed.
'!'
She flinched violently, her shoulders jerking up as the displacement of air hit her. She was clearly trembling even before he arrived due to worry for that young woman.
"Husband—" she started, her voice shaking.
She looked up, her eyes widening as she took in his appearance.
Viktor was stark naked. His muscles were taut, veins popping along his arms and neck due to tension. His chest heaved with controlled rage. But he didn't care about his nudity.
His eyes were locked on the bed.
On the neatly made covers, the robe Mira had given Bella was folded with precision.
