Vivienne's POV
The vest weighed heavier than I thought it would. While this might have sounded like a parable of some sort, it wasn't. I meant it literally.
A small groan slid past my lips as I shrugged the leather jacket onto my shoulders. I tried to balance it out, and after a couple of tries, I liked to think I'd gotten a hang of it. This was the first time I was wearing the Iron Vulture's black leather jacket and I didn't know what to think of it. It was huge and even though it felt weird, I couldn't deny the fact that it was comfy. The Vulture's insignia was stitched across the back, it's sleeves short and jagged like they were meant for war.
Like I was meant for war.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the woman that stared back at me didn't look like the Vivienne I
