Vivienne's POV
I didn’t move, I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to move my feet, it felt like I had lead for bones instead. My brain on the other hand had seemed to have lost its sense of passing down orders to the rest of my nervous system, because no matter how hard I willed myself to move, my body just refused to budge. Not even after Ronan had disappeared down the hallway with her.
I still didn't react to a thing, even when the shouting had faded and the crowd slowly began to scatter, their thrill clearly spent.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I'd barely asked myself that question before the answer popped its way to the back of my mind. The reason I was like this and almost immobile, was all because of Lana. The mere taste of her name on my lips was worse than bile, but not
