That look brought me straight back to 6 years ago. Every time we'd met back then, we'd been at each other's throats. I'd never once been nice to him. Even now, I couldn't understand why he'd loved me.
Julian moved, but I stopped him with a firm touch. He understood immediately and stepped back. I would handle this myself.
I walked slowly down the stairs. After a night's rest, I felt much steadier.
"Come home with me, Vivian." Marcus hurried forward and held out his hand, eager and apprehensive all at once.
I looked at the hand that had held mine through the streets and trips.
I placed my hand in his.
His face lit up. "Vivian..."
Before he could finish, I yanked him toward me and drove a knife straight into the wound in his side. He frowned and let out a muffled groan. I slowly twist
