Viktor shifts his gaze to his glass, watching how the clear liquid undulates around and over the ice in it. He doesn't bother to deny that he's preoccupied. He is. He has been all day. He's tired.
"I saw you carry Jax off."
He lets that settle for a moment before continuing.
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"I saw you carry Jax off."
He lets that settle for a moment before continuing.
"What happened?"