Ronan's POV
I knew something was off the moment I walked back in. I could feel it in my bones, and in the way the air in the room shifted. It wasn't something you could see, hold and intertwine in-between your fingers, but it was there. Simmering just at the top of it all and almost pressing into your chest like a f*****g freight train.
Vivienne must have thought she could push it aside and ignore it, but I couldn't. Not even if I wanted to. The only reason I'd caught on to it, was because of her.
She'd smiled too fast, blinked too long, and when I asked if she was okay, she said she was “just tired.” . But I knew better. Her voice was a fraction too high, like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
Every part of me wanted to call her out on it. It was obvious she was pre
