Viktor’s POV

The room was quiet in the way only Marrow rooms could be quiet. I stood at the center of the room, my hands resting slightly behind my back.

Senna had gone to see Kalev. She didn’t lie about it. She’d told me to my face. She had to bring him her nomination. She was nominating her ex-boyfriend. How trite. Whatever.

She could go and see Kalev all she wanted. The next games were only a few days away. Soon, I wouldn’t have to worry about Kalev or Senna anymore. I had better, bigger plans.

The whole ‘nobles’ are entering the games thing had thrown my for a loop....