Vivian
"Off the record... is there something wrong with your husband?"
I stared at Dr. Rose. My mind was spinning violently. Is this a test? I wondered, panic rising in my throat. Julian was a master manipulator. What if he had instructed her to ask this? What if there were hidden microphones in the guest room? If I said the wrong thing, he would unleash hell on Kael and the club.
I quickly reached up, my trembling fingers pulling the collar of the silk robe tightly together to hide the ugly, purple marks.
"I... I tripped." I stammered. "I fell against the dresser in the dark last night. It's nothing."
Dr. Rose didn’t blink. She just sat on the rolling stool and gave me a look that screamed that she wasn't convinced.
"Vivian.” She called softly. "I have been practicing medicine for a
