Chapter 64

• Victor paced across his office, his footsteps echoing off the walls. Two weeks. Fourteen endless days. Nights spent searching, scouring every corner of Moscow. And still, no ivy.
• He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound shattering the silence. How could she vanish? Where was she? The questions haunted him, taunting him with each passing hour.
• He stopped before the window, gazing out at the city. The Moscow skyline stretched before him, a canvas of steel and stone. But his mind saw only Ivy.