VICTORIA'S POV
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A dark, grave thought crosses my mind as my alarm goes off. The ringing of the device a hideous sound right next to my head. I'd rather be stuffed into a coffin and laid beneath the surface of the ground than continue to do this. An evil, tiresome idea that makes the despair about ten times worse. I shouldn't think like that. It's almost over. Almost.
My arm stretches out over the bed, only for the sheets to be cold and empty. Of course he's not here. It's a ridiculous thing to have even thought he would be. He's in his own bed, in his own apartment...right above mine. I stare up at the ceiling. Is he staring at the floor like I'm staring up at the ceiling? I snort. Of course not. Ryder Kane has a business to run, a hobby to enjoy and a goal in life. He wouldn't be d
