VIVIENNE's POV
A mistake.
The word burned in my mind, whirling in my chest like a physical blow.
For minutes after Maddox slammed the door, I stood in the middle of the quiet room, my body shaking so violently, my knees threatened ti buckle.
My lips were still swollen, burning with the sensation of the kiss.
I reached my hand up and touched my lips.
A small chThe heavy click of the deadbolt locking from the outside felt like a physical blow to my chest.
A hollow, hysterical chuckle choked in my throat, instantly turning into a fresh wave of hot tears that tracked down my cheeks.
My hands trembled as I wrapped my arms around my middle, hugging my ribs just to hold myself together.
My chest burned.
Everything was falling apart.
The images flashed behind my eyes in a dizzying, sickening loop—Fiona on her knees, screaming into the dirt while her kind, gray-haired father layed under a blood-stained sheet, dead.
