Victor POV
"Just go," Raul grumbles, folding his arms.
I hesitate.
Roman lets out a sigh, his sharp eyes studying me.
"This is the best time to talk to Thorne," he says. "When he's like this."
I fidget, shifting from foot to foot, then take a deep breath before stepping into the large greenhouse. The moment I enter, I'm engulfed in the scent of earth, flowers, and something distinctly fresh—life thriving in this secluded sanctuary. It's nothing like the battlefields we've walked before, where blood soaked the dirt and decay hung in the air like a curse.
Instead, this place is vibrant. A piece of heaven.
