Marco POV
I open my eyes, and the first thing I see is Viktoria’s pretty blue eyes peering at me, her body leaning over me. Her face hovers in the field of my vision, her breath shaky, her eyes wide with worry.
And all I can think is how beautiful those eyes are. Also, there's the strong feeling that I'm still with the living and it will always be that way if . . . if this beautiful being in front of me just stays close enough, the ying to my yang.
I want to reach out and touch her face, cup it in my arms and taste her supple pink lips, suckle the crescent shape of her upper lip. The awareness that I'm not, that we're not alone begins to filter in slowly and I lower my hands.
I curse under my breath. “s**t . . . it happened again, right?”
Her response is a faint smile, her expressio
