CHAPTER FORTY -FOUR
Viktor's POV
I felt the tension in the atmosphere as Isabella delivered her words, with her usual serious look. She kept her face stern as she stretched her hand for a handshake. The weight of her statement hit me like a punch to the gut.
I shook Isabella's hand, trying to act coordinated and composed. "I understand," I said, my voice betraying how I tried to look. But this wasn't new, it was the nature of the game we played – alliances formed and dissolved like smoke, and loyalty was often a fleeting concept. But what scared me the most was the thought of meeting Anton and how he'll respond to the information I had to give.
Walter, perhaps sensing the tension, offered a brief nod, "I hope something connects us again, sometimes in the future." He smiled. I responded with a brief smile.