Marco POV
It’s after midnight by the time the last of the guests drift to their cars, exchanging final goodbyes, still bubbling with wine and gossip. I drag my feet while letting my mother, Kyra’s parents who will be spending the night here, go ahead of us into the house. I stop Kyra on the steps. We are both exhausted. I can see it in the way her shoulders slump too. My jaw is stiff from smiling so much, my head buzzing from answering questions I’m still angry about. Her large dark eyes glow brightly at me expectantly.
She says, “You handled yourself well tonight.”
“So did you.”
She smiles, waiting for more. The smile slowly fades when I make no attempt to walk into the house. The rage I was feeling earlier about Viktoria is back. She shakes her slightly, her brows furrowing slig
