Chapter 36: Out of a Spell

What the f*ck is Alana doing here? Victor thought. He never expected to see that woman again, especially not in his own house. He had broken up with her a while ago and told her to stop going after him. And now there she was again.

“Carter, stay here with Ben, please,” he ordered. “I'll be right back.” Victor left the room in a rush, firm steps echoing as he walked downstairs. It was almost as if he could see his nostrils expel smoke of anger. He met the woman waiting for him patiently in the living room, seated on the couch and sipping tea from a cup as if she owned the place.

“What are you doing here?” he spat as soon as he entered the room.

Alana put her cup on the table and got up from the couch, gesturing and moving in an overreacted and distressed way.

“Oh, God… Victor. I was so worried,” she said as she tossed her arms around him and hugged him. “I heard about what happened. I was abroad and when I heard the news, I came back running to see you. I-”