Viktoria POV
I gasp and clutch the sheets to my chest. “What the hell, Marco? What are you doing?”
Marco’s face is presses against the windowpane, his dark bulging and accusing. He gestures for me to come to the window and open it. He steps back, as if waiting for me to do as he said.
But I'll eat the sheets, stuffing them down my throat before I do that. He plasters his face again.
“What are you doing in Kaden’s bed?” he asks.
My head jerks around, scanning the large, tastefully furnished room. For a second, I even frown, convinced he’s right, that I’ve wandered into Kaden's home, like a trespasser.
“This isn’t Kaden’s bed. This is the spare room,” I fire back.
“Viktoria, are you serious?”
“Goddamn!”
I throw the blanket off and get out of bed, feeling his gaze track my every
