Viktoria POV
Painful memories of what Elon did to me wakes up inside me. My heart begins to thud painfully against my ribs. The sight of Elon standing there—tall, confident, and utterly unwanted—ignites a fury that races through me like fire in dry grass. My grip tightens around the strap of my bag. I remember every reason I should hate him. Every humiliation, every whisper behind my back, every sleepless night since Marco walked away.
This oaf. This i***t is betrayal wrapped in a wolf, he's the embodiment of bad luck. He’s the reason my life fell apart.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, finding my voice. “What do you want?”
Elon’s gaze drops, his usual cockiness gone. “No, I’ve not come to make trouble, Viktoria. Please—”
“Trouble?” I laugh bitterly, stepping past him and toward my d
