Something was wrong with Vivienne. The feeling had lived inside my chest ever since the midnight phone call.
Every smile felt rehearsed, every kindness felt calculated, and every question carried hidden blades beneath it.
But now, after discovering that Blackthorn had a leak, I could not stop thinking about her.
Which was exactly why I was currently following Jax’s terrifying mother through the estate hallway at one in the morning like someone auditioning for a future murder documentary.
Vivienne moved quietly despite the heels. She was elegant, controlled and dangerously calm.
The estate remained mostly dark around us while security lights glowed softly along the walls but I stayed far enough behind not to be noticed.
Vivienne turned sharply down the east corridor afterward and my s
