VIKTOR
Over the past few weeks, it was almost like a ritual to wake up with Mia, snuggling into my chest like a sleepy kitten. But today the bed was hauntingly empty when I woke up. I didn’t want to punish her. I just wanted her to realize what she did was more than a mistake. I wanted her to know that I would have accepted her in every way – every imperfection, every scar, and every mistake. All she had to do was trust me with her life and I would have kept her safe.
Hell! I would wage a war for her if need be.
But, most importantly, I needed her to realize it first.
Right now, I had to figure out a way not to think about her. Cursing myself for behaving like a bloody 17-year old in love, I sat up on the bed. The b***h of a hangover and pissed off mood were enough a reminder of how
