Aria POV That night, familiar sounds of distress woke me. I sat up and fumbled for the light switch, blinking against the sudden brightness.Viktor jerked upright beside me, his hand reaching for the bedside table and grabbing his knife.His wild eyes locked on me, chest heaving, his fingers clutching the handle.“I’m getting Alexei,” I murmured and slowly slid out of bed, worried about startling Viktor. His free hand curled around my wrist, stopping me.I gasped in surprise, my eyes searching his face. The wild despair was gone from his expression, replaced by a mix of confusion and the familiar blankness he had always displayed in the past. “Stay,” he said quietly.Hesitating, I climbed back into bed, and he pulled me toward him.I settled on his chest. He put the knife back down on his nightstand, but the tension remained in his body.Tracing the tattoos on his chest, I tried to count his scars to distract myself, but it was difficult to determine where many of them ended and othe
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