The doors burst open from outside, and a figure came through against the light at a dead run.
It was Julian.
His hair was a wreck, his eyes completely red, his chest heaving from the sprint.
When he saw Vivi, soaked in gasoline, on her knees, barely holding herself together, his whole body lurched.
"Let her go."
His voice was so wrecked it barely carried, each word forced up from somewhere deep in his chest.
Donovan saw him. For a split second he just stared. Then he started laughing, high and unhinged.
"Julian. You actually came. Look at your precious girl. Doesn't she look pathetic right now? Ha!"
He held the lighter up, the flame swaying between Vivi and him.
Julian's face had gone the color of ash. His lips moved without sound. His eyes were locked on Vivi, full of a fear and
