Marco POV
I stop dead in my tracks, retreating into the shadow of the alley. Somewhere behind me, a car or rat scrambles out of an overturned trashcan. I pull my cap lower, the same way I did the last time I came here. No one can know I’m here. Not Lucille, certainly not Kyra.
Kaden ambles down the steps of Viktoria's place and my heart does a backflip. That self-assured smirk sitting on his face like he just won her heart. I stumble back into the darkness and glare at his figure. The nerve on this dude. Wait, does he know who Viktoria was to me? He can't say he's not aware that—
Kaden runs back the steps and kisses Viktoria on the lips. Or is that on the cheek? Viktoria is getting kisses from him now? Is that all they're doing? It doesn’t matter if it lands on her cheek or her lips—bec
