Viktoria POV
What is Marco doing here at this restaurant? Of all the restaurants in town, of all the hours in the day, he walks into the exact one I’m sitting in with Kaden?
The appetite leaves my palate as I watch him disappear into the VIP section with Kyra hanging from his elbow. I almost laugh at the absurdity of it. First, he was outside Kaden’s apartment window, watching us like some jealous wolf in the dark. Now he’s here—this exact restaurant—as if the world is suddenly too small for both of us to avoid crossing paths.
Is this part of surveilling me, watching me, tracking who I’m with? The thought sends a shiver of irritation and—Goddess help me—excitement through me.
“Well,” he murmurs, leaning back in his seat, “looks like the lovely couple has great taste too. I’ve been comi
