Knox:
She kissed me like she meant war.
Teeth, tongue, nails—Vivienne didn’t do halfway, and I’d stopped pretending I didn’t love it.
That moment —that moment— watching her pull a blade on some fake-blonde groupie over me?
It did something to me.
Yeah, I know I should’ve stopped her. Told her to calm down, that it wasn’t like that, that Stella was a nobody. But truth? I liked it. Hell, it made my blood boil.
That flash of steel. The way her eyes locked on mine like I was hers. The world could’ve burned down around us, and I still would’ve followed her into the flames.
“Let’s go,” she snapped, voice rough with fury and something else—something that made my pulse jump.
“Viv—”
But she didn’t give me a chance to finish. Her hand fisted in my shirt and she dragged me toward the back ha
