Vivienne's POV
I had no idea how long I spent in the restroom after both my guests had left me to my thoughts, but if the pain in my legs and ankle meant anything, it was probably a lot, even though it didn't seem that way in my mind.
The lights that I swore were just the right shade when I first walked in here, now suddenly seemed too bright. They were harsh and too white, slicing through the haze of what had just gone down a couple of minutes ago. My head pounded, not from alcoho, I hadn’t touched a drop, but from the weight of everything that had unfolded.
Maverick’s words, Lana’s smirk, and that single word still echoing in my mind like a curse.
Fragile.
I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the mirror, pretending I could ignore the unease gnawing in my gut. It was easi
