Slapped by the Betrayer

POV: VIKTOR

I stepped cautiously out of my bedroom, my chest heaving as I came down from my intense high. The heavy oak door clicked shut behind me. The hallway stood dead silent, swallowed in evening shadows, yet a relentless, prickling sensation crawled up my spine and settled at the base of my neck. She had been there. I felt it deep in my gut. She had been standing right outside my door, sile