Vivienne's POV
For a long moment, I didn’t move. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to even if I tried. My feet seemed to have been glued to the door, so I just stood there staring at the door, while I tried to match the voice to a face.
It wasn’t Ronan’s. It didn’t have that growl hidden under every word, and it definitely didn't sound like the voice belonged to Callie or any other female, so who the f**k was on the other side?
“Maverick?” I finally said, barely loud enough. If there was anything my hesitation meant, it was the fact that I'd just made a big guess and I could only hope I was right.
“Yeah,” came the reply, muffled but steady. “You okay in there?”
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Relief flooded through my veins, but I pushed it aside instantl
