TIberius‘s pov.

Victor’s door slammed open before I even touched it. The man clearly heard my steps from a mile away.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” he growled from the shadows. “You better have a damn good explanation.”

I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. The room was dark, lit only by the fireplace’s dying glow. Victor stood with arms crossed, his face like stone.

“I don’t need permission, Victor,” I said calmly. “But I do need ...