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AUTHOR’S POV
The air outside Vivian’s bedroom was thick with tension. The once-loud chaos inside had now settled, but the storm had only moved outside.
Damon stood his ground, his jaw clenched, his gray eyes burning with defiance. Across from him, Vincein was just as rigid, his fists balled at his sides, his eyes dark with fury.
Aiden, Richard, Davian, and Michele all stood between them, acting as an unsteady barrier to what could easily erupt into a violent brawl at any moment.
No one spoke at first.
The weight of everything that had just transpired hung heavily in the air. But it was Vincein who finally broke the silence.
“You think you can just walk in here and do whatever the hell you want?” His voice was low, sharp like a blade.
“You think you can just take my siste
