Viktoria POV
Kaden asks what that was all about, but I’m too angry to answer. My head is spinning. All I can do is pace the length of the classroom, arms crossed, head hurting from all the pent up frustration.
“Viktoria, what was that about?” he asks again. “Talk to me.”
“What was that about?” I hiss under my breath. “It was about Kyra . . . ordering me like she owns me.”
I turn, half expecting to still see Kyra’s smug face outside the window, but she’s long gone, driving away with her perfect little boy in the back seat. That Marco’s son.
The thought is like a thorn in my side. I clutch my stomach and gasp, startled by the sudden pain that ripples low in my belly. It burns painfully, like the spicy egusi soup I had at lunch. It must be the chilli. I take a slow breath, trying to cal
