VIVIAN’S POV
I woke to the familiar scent of my bedroom and the quietness that came with being home.
For a few seconds, I remained still, staring at the ceiling while I tried to understand where I was. Then I shifted slightly, attempting to sit up.
A sharp pain tore through my abdomen.
I immediately stopped.
The memory came back with it.
The hillside.
The cold night air.
Victor.
The attack.
The fall.
Everything returned so suddenly that my breathing became uneven.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to push the memories away.
I wasn’t ready to think about what had happened.
Not yet.
I slowly turned my head toward the other side of the bed.
Damien was there.
He sat in the chair beside my bed, his head resting against the headboard, his eyes closed. His clothes were still the
