Vivienne's POV
I didn’t sleep. Not really, and it didn't help that no matter how hard I tried, the gift of sleep just wasn't bestowed on me last night. I knew I wasn't exactly mother nature's favorite, but I didn't think it was this bad. Hell, even criminals and worse people could sleep whenever they wanted to, and yet, an innocent being like me just couldn't bring my body to relax and drift into an unconscious state, even if it was just for a couple of hours.
I'd tried everything, but none of them worked. I'd tried counting sheep, I even tried to sing myself a lullaby, and at one point, I deliberated heading to the kitchen to sneak myself a glass of milk. I heard it helped with sleeping, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Why? One, since Ronan was nowhere near our room, it mea
