Vivienne's POV
A small chill was the first thing my body registered as I stirred awake. I tried to keep it away, but it just wouldn't budge. The more I tugged my sheets closer to my body, the more it seemed like the damned cold was slipping in through loopholes I had no chances of ever tracing. I finally forced myself to peel my eyes open, and when I said it wasn't exactly what I expected, then best believe that was the truth.
The morning felt full, and I couldn't help but feel some type of way. It pricked at my skin, not in a painful way, but in the way tension coiled itself under your skin and refused to let go. Simply put, the aura around was ominous, like something bad was about to happen, and I hated it. My stomach dropped to my feet when I realized I was alone in our bedroom .
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