A Little Freedom

POV Aeliana

Even now, two days after the massacre, I can still feel the ghost of Viktor’s gaze on my skin. It’s a persistent, annoying hunger that sits right in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at my insides like a starving wolf. I try to tell myself it’s just the adrenaline of the attack, or the sheer shock of his presence, but I’d be lying. When he looks at me with those onyx eyes, I see a reflec