Vivienne's POV
The house was too quiet, and it made me shudder. My footsteps echoed against the hardwood floor as I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me. The tension I thought I'd left behind in the hallway clung to me like a second skin, thick and suffocating.
I walked through the empty halls, with no direction whatsoever. He'd said we were going to talk, but I hadn't found it important to ask him where we were going to be having the talk.
The sweet smell of steak rushed my nostrils, causing me to pause at the entrance to one of the rooms. I peeked inside, and upon closer look, I realized that was the dining.
I didn't see Ronan at first, but the low clink of marble against glass was all it took to pull my attention to the man of the hour. He sat there, back turned and
