Viktoria POV
I’m not sure I’m breathing, or even if I'm alive. My entire body feels like it’s locked in place, my muscles pulled tight under my skin like someone poured cement through my veins. Paralysed in place, I stare at the screen of my phone. Is this witchcraft, a bewitchment?
Because no normal girl sits in a hallway with pink walls and shiny blue linoleum floors, staring at a million dollars that she didn't earn or work for. No, this should be illegal. I’m being set up, and all I need to do is wait long enough, I'll hear the sirens.
“One Million Dollars,” I whisper the numbers to myself again.
Maybe they’ll make sense the more I say it out loud to myself. But no, it still doesn't make sense to me. Kyra will surely report me to the police. It's called entrapment. I’ve read about
