VIKTOR'S POV

Drake and I arrived at the council court a few minutes before the 12 p.m. set for the meeting. As we parked, I rubbed my temple and let out a sigh, drawing a concerned glance from him.

“It will go as planned,” he said, his tone calm, like he was trying to reassure me.

I didn’t respond. Nothing was going as planned anymore.

Too much on my mind would be the understatement of the century.

It wasn’t just the legitimacy I needed to secure now. A life was hanging over my head - the life of the woman who had somehow managed to make my dead heart beat...