Knox:
The night air bit at the back of my neck, but I didn’t mind. Not with her walking beside me.
Viv didn’t say much at first. She didn’t need to. Her presence was louder than words—head held high, arms crossed like armor, boots clicking against the cracked sidewalk with purpose. I could still hear the music pulsing behind us from the club, the distant echo of catcalls and laughter, but it felt like background noise now.
All I could focus on was her.
She walked like someone who’d spent her life daring the world to come at her. Chin up, hips swaying like sin, but eyes sharp enough to slice through steel. She was the kind of woman that didn’t need saving. The kind that’d spit in your face if you tried.
And I liked that.
“I don’t usually do this,” she said finally, breaking the silenc
