Vivienne's POV
The air thickened the moment Lana’s voice cut through the noise, and I hated that I noticed. I hated that I felt it across my skin almost instantly, and I hated that her mere presence was more than enough to sour my mood for life. That sugary venom slithered across the room, drawing gazes that hadn’t been on me a second ago. Now they were, and I didn't miss the many emotions dancing across their faces. While some of them were curious, the others were amused. One thing was certain though, they were all waiting for a show.
Callie’s drunken grip on my arm loosened, but her wide eyes stayed on me like she’d just thrown me into the pit without meaning to. My throat tightened as realization dawned on me. This wasn’t just about who led the women or handled the preparations anymo
