She was absolutely planning exactly that if the opportunity presented itself.
But not yet. Not while Thalia was still a threat.
"Come in," Victoria said.
The door opened and Nicholas Blackwood stepped inside.
He looked tired. That was Victoria's first thought. The kind of tired that came from days without sleep and decisions that had no good outcomes. His silver eyes were shadowed. His jaw was tight. And he moved with the careful control of someone holding themselves together through sheer force of will.
Good.
He should be tired. Should be suffering. His family had destroyed hers. Had gotten Marcus killed. Had bonded Lilith and cursed her and put her in this impossible position.
Victoria felt no sympathy for his exhaustion.
"Victoria," Nicholas said, closing the door behind him.
"Alpha Blackwood," Victoria said coolly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Nicholas's mouth twitched slightly...not quite a smile, more like acknowledgment of the sarcasm. "We need to talk."
