Victoria POV:
Of course it was Susan.
Because why not? The universe hadn’t done enough today—no, it had to throw in a side character I couldn’t avoid.
"Viktor, you in there?"
I groaned into my hands.
What the hell did she want now?
I had planned to stay in my normal self for the rest of the day—wrap myself in blankets, cry about life, maybe google "vampire possession symptoms" on incognito mode. You know, healing stuff.
But no. That plan was now dead and buried six feet under.
So yeah—back into disguise.
I shuffled to the wardrobe and yanked out my boyish clothes: the oversized hoodie that hid my chest, the binder that was the devil’s corset, and those shapeless jeans that screamed "I’m just your average emo boy, nothing to see here."
My body protested with every movement—sore in
