Viktoria POV
I gape at my phone so hard my eyes feel like they might fall out. Of all the people I expected to call me while I’m secretly teaching her son in a private wing of her house, Kyra was the last name on that list. My throat dries instantly. My hands begin to shake.
There are so many ways things can go awry right from this moment: if Dale calls out to me again, and if Kyra hears him—
Moon goddess, the disaster that would follow . . .
“Are you there?” Kyra’s voice breaks through my panic.
I bob my head. “Y-yes. I’m here. Why are you calling me?”
Stupid question. But right now, my brain is cotton and my mouth a jukebox. My fear is a fist squeezing me from the inside. I tiptoe to the living room to see if Dale is still at the table, working. He is. Then I tiptoe back into the b
