VIKTOR
It was so refreshing to see Mia with Sammy and smiling. Past few days had been tough on her. She was all over the place—struggling, rebelling and suffering. And I’d wanted nothing more than to see her smile.
Sure, Sammy made her smile. But, somehow I wanted to make her smile except I didn’t know how.
As we sat around the dinner table and Mrs. Jones served us, my eyes flitted back and forth to hers every now and then. It was so tempting to read each and every emotion etched on her features. Like knowing her, feeling her.
I had no idea why I’d felt that sudden urge to save her? Was it because of Stefan? Or was it something else?
I didn’t know what she was doing to me but for the first time, I started questioning my actions. Something about her was so enticing, so alluring that it
