Chapter 91 - Who was training?

Victor was slumped on the sofa, his body thrown haphazardly, one leg dangling to the side and his arm resting on the backrest, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. There was no real focus there. He wasn't analyzing anything specific, he wasn't planning his next workout, nor was he trying to solve any immediate problem. He was just… still. The physical exhaustion was still present, spread throughout his body, but that wasn't what weighed most heavily on him at that moment. What kept coming back, repeating insistently, were Carmilla and Scarlet's words. Not the tone, not the irritation, but the content. What they said, and especially the way they said it, wouldn't leave his head.