Ronan's POV
For the last two days, the clubhouse had felt wrong. Not chaotic, not loud, not even violent. Just plain wrong, and it just didn't sit right with me. I tried to shake it off, I tried to tell myself it was nothing but no matter how hard I tried, nothing seemed to work.
Instead, the said feeling seemed to intensify. Like something in the walls had shifted, like the ground was holding its breath, like everyone sensed a storm but didn’t know where the lightning would strike, And at the center of it all was Vivienne.
Or rather, the empty spaces where Vivienne wasn’t, because she wasn’t near me. Not once, not anymore. Whenever she walked into a room? I caught only a glimpse of her leaving it.
Whenever I reached for her hand? She pulled away under the excuse of grabbing someth
