Viktoria POV
I stare at Kyra, unable to form a single thought. She slips fully into the room and presses her back against the door as though she’s guarding it from further entry by anyone else. As though more chaos might come crawling through the hall if she moves an inch. I’m so tired of secrets tonight, tired of whispers and locked doors and people acting like I’m cargo being smuggled out of a war zone. I’ve had enough secrets in one night to last me the whole year. She looks at Kaden.
“Are you ready to leave?” she asks him.
He sighs, giving me a long stare. “Yes. I think Viktoria will be just fine here. I’ll see you tomorrow at work, alright?”
I nod, relieved this will all be over soon. The absurdity of Kaden’s presence in this place was becoming irritable every minute. It’s unimag
