Victor’s POV
“You’re up early.”
There was a voice that was calling out to me from somewhere behind where I was standing. I didn’t bother to look behind me, my gaze focused on the bush of roses before me, on their stems, on their petals, on the ground beneath them that they were stuck in.
Axel came to stand beside me and there was a sense of deja vu, almost, in this situation. I still hadn’t been able to forget the night I saw him in the garden, with his eyes glazed and wandering off to a cosmos I couldn’t see.
I turned to him now and he was looking at me.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You hardly can,” he says jokingly. Slapping his hand on my back, he spoke again. “I spoke to Kia recently.”
“Kia?” I asked, my attention now fully away from the flowers that I had been staring at originally.
