Vivian felt her heart racing in her chest as she exited the elevator at Atwell Suites in Miami. The balanced, intentional sound of her steps reverberated in the quiet corridor.
She sensed the energy transforming around her, the hair at the nape of her neck tingling with excitement. Her brother, Ronan, had a knack for irritating her, and this evening, the friction between them seemed nearly tangible. The strength of his presence was felt, even before she arrived at his door.
Her fingers brushed against the cold brass of the door handle, and for a moment, she paused. The space beyond that door would not be a place of peaceful discussion.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked once, the sound clear, intentional, and weighty in the quiet of the night.
In just a moment, the door opened wide,
