Layla's POV
For all I knew, no one alive still called nor referred to me by that name.
I whispered his name, "Viktor," then I nudged him gently . My pulse tripped,then he stirred and woke up.
He blinked, "what's wrong?"
"You... You called me Ava. How did you know that name?"
Then his expression flickered for a moment. His face went hard suddenly.
Viktor sat up abruptly and the sheets fell off his waist. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I said, you called me Ava in your sleep." I repeated and my throat tightened.
"Enough!" He barked.
The sharpness of his voice struck my spine.
Viktor had never ever raised his voice at me. Not even close.
He jerked from the bed. He reached for his robe and walked out of the room in a movement that was both jerky and uncontrolled . Nothin
