Viktoria POV
“Give me a moment,” I tell the guards standing at the door. They nod and step back as I shut the door. When I turn around, both my parents are staring at me as if I’ve just been told to walk into a lion’s den.
My mother’s hands are wringing her apron. “What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say flatly.
She lets out a sigh that sounds more like a groan and gets up from the chair.
“Then we’d better tell those guards to leave,” she says, already heading toward the door.
Before she can reach it, my father’s deep, tired voice stops her. “No,” he says. “You can’t do that.”
I cross my arms, feeling that familiar defiance rise inside me again.
“I can do whatever I like,” I snap. “Marco left me. He made it clear he wants nothing
