The glass doors whispered shut behind her, sealing away the low murmur of rain outside and the distant movement of traffic along the wet street.
For a moment Willow forgot how to breathe. The quiet inside the lobby pressed around her with an unexpected intensity after the charged air of Zane's office, and she stood still long enough to feel her pulse settling unevenly in her throat.
Victor straightened from where he had been leaning against the reception desk, slipping his phone into his pocket with an easy motion that suggested patience rather than waiting. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as if he had expected her to appear at exactly this moment.
He looked like a man who had already left and returned. His coat was still damp from the rain, his hair slightly disordered in a way that spoke of motion rather than carelessness. Something in his stance suggested he had reached the curb, reconsidered, and decided she was worth the delay.
