Viktor/Victoria POV:
"You really have to learn to obey," he said again—calm this time, but laced with that chilling authority that made my skin crawl.
That’s when it hit me. I hadn’t moved. He’d told me to shower. Told me I reeked of her.
My body jolted into motion, and I scrambled toward the bathroom, not daring to say anything back. I knew the lock wouldn’t keep him out if he wanted in, but I still slammed the door shut and turned the knob until it clicked, like a fool trying to build a dam against a hurricane.
The water was scalding, but I barely felt it.
I scrubbed myself raw, as if I could erase every trace of Susan—not just her scent, but her presence, the look in Damian’s eyes, the whole damned disaster of a night. My thoughts were spiraling. My heart wouldn’t slow down. And de
