Viktoria POV
Sleep refuses to come after Marco leaves. I lie on my back in the dark, eyes wide open, staring at the faint shadows dancing across the ceiling from the moonlight slipping through the curtains.
I feel the room expanding and contracting, and the silence presses in until my thoughts roar with the fear I felt earlier. Was that dream warning me about impending doom? Is Marco in danger? Or am I the one who should be on the lookout?
I’d rather go with Marco through the valley of the shadow of death than stay here and let Lucille take his frustrations out on me.
For a wild moment, I consider slipping out of this suite in the dead of night, barefoot down the corridors, out a side door, across the grounds, and home.
My parents’ house is only a few streets away, close enough t
