Vivian’s PoV
He didn't come back.
After that night, after he'd held my face in his hands and told me he didn't care about my father, he just... didn't come back.
I told myself it was fine. I told myself he was busy with the investigation. I told myself that maybe this was better. That maybe distance would help him think clearly.
But i was lying to myself.
Through the bond, I could feel him. Could feel the way he was fighting. Could feel the internal war that was tearing him apart.
One moment, the bond would rise with need. With desire. With the absolute certainty that he wanted to be with me.
The next moment, it would go quiet and cold. Like he was actively suppressing the connection.
It was agony.
Freya came to check on me on the second day.
She took one look at my face and knew
