Vivienne's POV
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My body was humming with so many damn emotions, it was like every inch of me was on fire. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, or just make it go away, Lana’s smirk was still burned into the back of my mind, and the way she winked at me before walking away? I hated it.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, her damn confidence, the way she strutted through the club like she owned it. Like she was the one who belonged here, and I didn’t. Somehow, it was harder than ever to ignore that fact.
“You sure you’re okay?” Ronan’s voice broke through the fog, but it didn’t bring clarity, only more confusion. I'd lost count of the number of times he'd asked me that, but I didn't care, and he didn't look like he'd be stopping anytime so
