Viktoria POV
I check the time on the wall clock again—4:03 pm. If I teach Dale for exactly one hour, I can be back home by 5 pm. No need to stay back. No need to even look at that suite Marco decided to arrange for me.
But even as I think this, I bite my lower lip, imagining the scenario Marco may have envisioned:
Him showing up late, checking on me, pretending to be concerned about Dale’s progress—or worse, about my “comfort.”
Then one thing leads to another, and . . .
I force the thought out. It won’t happen. It can’t happen. I must never allow it to happen. He’s married now and the scandal will ruin us both. Kyra doesn't look like a Luna that would let go easily. She'll have me hung on a stake as an example for those other women who might have similar ideas. But the picture is alr
