Marco POV
The moment I step into the suite, I already know something is wrong. Even before I came out here, it already felt like something was amiss. And now that I'm here, the feeling becomes stronger.
I move quickly from the small living room into the bedroom, hoping she’s just tucked into the blankets or maybe lying down. But the bed is untouched. I check the bathroom and it’s empty. The closet is empty. The entire space feels abandoned.
Viktoria is not here. Dejected, I stare at the whole place and feel anger and confusion rising inside me. “Where the hell did she go?” I mutter at the bed.
I came here because I wanted a few minutes with her—just a few minutes to talk before I joined the ridiculous parade of pretentious elites tonight. Every time she brings me back from my seizure
