Viktor POV
“You changed desks..” Minerva said.
“Oh, yeah. I’d forgotten about that.” I said. But that was a lie. I hadn’t forgotten it, because it was a big deal. To Violette, anyway.
“Why?” She asked. I could tell it upset her, but I won’t bother to explain myself. It’s not any of her business. Even though she asked, I felt she knew the reason why. Because she started something with my slave and not only did it hurt Violette, but it infuriated me.
“Because I can.” I said. She nodded her head and sighed.
“Right.” She whispered in a displeased tone.
“Minerva, if there’s something you want to say, just say it.” I said.
“There’s nothing. I was just curious.” She said. She walked behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders and began rubbing them.
“You’ve been extra busy this week.
