Victor’s POV

The gentle hum of the engine stopped when I twisted the key, and the ensuing quiet was overwhelming. My hold remained on the leather steering wheel, my fingers tightening and relaxing in a rhythmic pattern, a faint effort to stabilize myself. The journey home had done little to calm the unending storm of thoughts whirling in my mind. Rose. The threat remains hidden. The ongoing danger that someone could discover her. How might I safeguard her while remaining a step ahead? How ...