Viktoria POV
I storm down the corridor, following the same path the servant used the first day she smuggled me through here. I’m walking so fast that my heels ache with every fall of my feet, each one fueled by anger, embarrassment, and a growing sense of dread. Elon keeps calling after me.
“Viktoria, think about what you’re doing!” he calls, practically pleading. “I’m trying to help you, and you’re being unreasonable!”
I spin around and glare at him. “No. What’s unreasonable is you running your wicked mouth and dragging people into messes. I’ve been a far better friend to both you and Marco than you’ve ever been to either of us. You put me in trouble once—never again. And I will not let you get Marco into trouble too.”
He throws his hands up. “Viktoria—”
But I’m done listening. I tak
