The Warlord's Revenge

Chapter 73

“You deserve a break,” Victor said, his voice soft but firm, his eyes locked onto Emma’s.

Emma gave him a puzzled look, the tension still simmering in the air between them. “A break? Victor, we don’t have time to"

Victor cut her off, shaking his head. “We’ve been fighting nonstop, Emma. I see it in your eyes, you’re exhausted. You need to rest. *We* need to rest, even if just for a moment.”

Before Emma could protest, Victor scooped her up into his arms. She let out a soft gasp, clutching his shoulders instinctively. “Victor, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice breathless from the sudden movement.

Victor smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Taking you somewhere you can relax. You’ve earned it.”

Emma’s protests melted away as she settled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She was tired, that much was true. Her body ached, and her mind was running on fumes, but she had been too focused on the fight ahead to admit it.

Victor carried her