Vivian
Two months.
Sixty-one days of silence. Sixty-one days of healing. Sixty-one days of watching the devil wear a leather skirt.
I watched Cathy walking in the bar, holding Viper’s arm, laughing that shrill laugh that made my blood run cold.
She was playing a dangerous game.
I could have told Kael. I could have written it down on my little notepad.
I could let them know that she is the one.
But I didn't.
Because Kael would have killed her. And then the club would explode because of me.
No. I needed to be smarter. I needed a plan.
By the fifth week, the doctor decided to remove the wires. My jaw healed slowly. The bruises faded from purple to yellow to nothing, leaving my skin pale again.
But the woman who had arrived here broken on a stretcher didn't exist anymore.
Julian
