Vivienne
The sound of Victor Crane's voice made my skin crawl.
For a moment, nobody moved.
The study felt frozen in time.
Rain battered the windows while thunder rolled somewhere in the distance. The old estate suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in around us.
Victor stood in the doorway looking perfectly relaxed.
Like he wasn't supposed to be in prison.
Like he hadn't spent years helping destroy countless lives.
Like he wasn't standing in the middle of the biggest disaster my family had ever created.
Roman immediately stepped in front of me.
His body blocked part of my view.
Protective. Possessive.
Ready for a fight.
Victor smiled.
"Still doing that, Steele?"
Roman's voice was ice cold.
"You should be dead to the world by now."
Victor chuckled.
