Victor's POV
I waited until late afternoon before I went looking for Charlotte, because anger was useful only when it was controlled.
If I had confronted her immediately after learning she had visited Paige, I might have said too much.
I might have acted too quickly. Instead, I let the information settle while I watched the clubhouse slowly empty.
Charlotte had made a mistake, and she knew it.
The question was whether she understood how expensive that mistake could become.
I found her at the house just after six, and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee she hadn't touched.
She looked up when I entered and her face tightened.
"Victor." She said as I closed the door behind me.
"We need to talk." I said.
"About what?" She asked as I stared at her.
"Don't insul
