Viktoria POV
I gape at Elon, feeling nothing. No excitement, no anger, not even confusion. Just a strange, hollow numbness spreading through my being as I stare at the flowers.
On the back of the card, his name had been neatly stenciled with black ink. I missed that. If I'd seen it I wouldn't have gotten past it. My fingers tighten around the card, and I want to crush it. If audacity has a first name, it will be: Elon.
“What do you mean?” I ask finally, my tone flat. “What do you mean by . . . what we used to be?”
He clears his throat as if he’s about to deliver some important, noble proclamation. But he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. As if he's unsure of what he's about to say.
“I’m saying,” he begins, “you don’t have to, you know, go back to the alpha house. Or get
