Chapter 38
She’d been tolerant of it at first because she had other things to occupy her, but now that she’d decided that she was going to ignore Viktor’s very existence, she needed things to help her ignore him. Like Candy Crush.
Reaching for another one of the papers she’d found in Viktor’s desk drawer, Kamilla rolled it up and held it to the fire crackling in the fancy fireplace. The glow lit up her eyes as she stared at the fire. She’d never seen anything more hypnotically beautiful. Except, of course, Vik-. No. Stop that thought right there.
The edge of the paper quickly caught aflame and she held it till the flame nearly licked at her fingertips.
Watching the paper until it turned to ashes, Kamilla leaned an elbow onto her knee and sighed.
Viktor, King of Onyx. What a pain in the ass! Even when he wasn’t there, he occupied her mind. Damn him to hell’s mailbox! She had to make the most effort to not become concerned for him again, even if Charming tried to
convince her otherwise.
Kamilla pursed her lips at the thought of him. What he’d told her last night still made no sense at all.
Why would Viktor, who thinks it’s superior to be a Vampire, want to be a human?
No matter what angle Kamilla looked at it, it just made no damn sense. Could Viktor secretly wish he was human? Hah! Kamilla scoffed. No way. One couldn’t fake the kind of arrogance you saw in Viktor’s blue orbs. He adored himself way too much.
With a shake of her head, Kamilla reached for another paper. As she rolled it, her eye caught writing.
Kamilla frowned and lifted the paper, turning it over. Oh! The other side had typed out writing on it. It looked like
a worksheet of some kind.
Oh, snap. She’d squashed up something that was probably important to Viktor! Cursing, she quickly rolled it out on her thigh, flattening it as best she could. Oh, great. Something else he could hang her from Witcher’s for.
Kamilla’s hand stopped flattening the paper when she read the words framing some kind of logo at the top of the
page.
“Laboratory of Genetics and Medical Science?” she read quietly. What was this? Kamilla’s eyes scanned the page, flitting over the diagrams and tables drawn.
She looked back at the top and froze.
“Patient name: Viktor of Onyx‘? What?” Kamilla said. Wait. Something didn’t add up here. First of all, why did Viktor have records from some Lab? Secondly, why in the hell had he gotten his name recorded as “Viktor of Onyx“?! Did these Vampires not have surnames?! Kamilla shook her head in disbelief.
Even so, there were millions of surnames he could have picked from. Smith, Davidson, Johnson. Thousands of surnames! But, no. Viktor had to call himself “Viktor of Onyx“.
Kamilla sighed in resignation. There was no helping him. At this point, she was close to giving up on Viktor’s
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mental stability.
With a heavy sigh, Kamilla picked the paper up again. She read on, looking through the senseless diagrams. The tables made more sense. Much more sense. More sense than Kamilla was comfortable with.
She froze as she read the table contents.
“Symptoms: Dizziness, intense migraines…” Kamilla nearly turned to stone when she read the last symptom. “Loss of memory and elapsed time periods.”
She stared at the words. He’d been getting himself checked out. Kamilla’s head was a buzz of confusion and questions.
Did Viktor know about Charming? Did he know he had split personalities? Kamilla glanced at the symptoms again. If Viktor didn’t know about Charming, he at least certainly knew that there was something wrong with him.
She bit her lip. How long had he known and kept it to himself? He hadn’t even told Damon. Why was he like that? Did he always have to deal with all his pain by himself?! It wouldn’t kill him to ask for help.
Kamilla looked back at the paper. If she could just find it… it would tell her a lot… hah! She found it. The date.
Kamilla’s eyes narrowed in on it and her mouth fell open. The report was from three years ago. Viktor wasn’t even in Onyx then. He was still in England.
She got up and hurried over to his desk, plopping down in his huge chair. She pulled open the drawer she’d found the old papers in and searched through the contents.
Beneath the pile of newspapers, Kamilla discovered a black folder. She stared at it for a minute before convincing herself to do it. When you were married to a Vampire King, you had to grow a pair.
Kamilla placed the folder on the desk and opened it, spreading the thick stack of papers out. Her breath caught.
“Laboratory of Genetics and Medical Science” graced each paper, standing out like neon lights.
“Oh, no,” Kamilla whispered. “He knows.”
As she looked at the varying dates on the sheets, the air slowly grew cold throughout the room and she looked up. with a frown but quickly froze.
Across the room, by a tall bookcase, hidden in the dark, he stood.
“Having fun?” came the mocking question.
Kamilla gulped. Oh. Shit.
Rogan.
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