Viktoria POV
I stand frozen by the doorway, watching Marco’s body twist and spasm on the bed. Sweat pours from his skin in rivulets, soaking through the sheets, pooling beneath him, turning the white sheets dark. His muscles jerk violently, his teeth gnash like he’s fighting a demon that has taken lodging inside him.
Yeah, he has definitely gotten worse. And this is just the beginning. A feeling of utter pretty sends my legs shaking to see him suffering this much. Oh, my Marco.
Everyone watches with stunned and pained silence. Lucille hovers beside me, her perfume thick and suffocating. Her voice cuts through the silence.
“Well . . .” she says, her impatient. “What are you waiting for?”
I swallow hard, forcing my eyes away from Marco’s face. Even now—sweating, trembling, fighting wh
