Marco POV
Restlessness has its own rhythm. Mine comes like the slow roll of thunder before a storm. An insistence that's impossible to ignore. I’ve been pacing for almost an hour, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The next day feels too far away. I can’t wait that long.
Maybe if I go to see Viktoria again, I can persuade her to authenticate the herbs, or at least let me know if I have another episode, it will work without her input.
That’s a reasonable excuse. It’s not about seeing her—not about the way her eyes soften when she’s deep in thought, or how she bites her lip when she’s unsure. It’s about business. That’s what I tell myself as I walk towards the door of the bedroom.
But when I open the door, Kyra is standing in the hallway. There's a sour expression on her face. Sh
