Senna’s POV

I was still sitting on the floor when I heard a knock. I lifted my head slowly. I assumed it was one of the maids, come to check on me. So I swiped the tears from my eyes and stood up. I still had my dignity.

To my surprise, I opened the door to see Viktor, standing, his hands folded over one another.

“Senna,” he said quietly.

His voice was softer than it had been at during our tea together. It was lowered, like I was fragile, like sound itself might be too sharp for me.

He was the last person I expected to see here, at my...