Vivienne's POV
My heart hammered against my ribs, echoing the question that had been ripped from my lips.
What the hell had I gotten myself into now?
The question wasn't the problem. Instead, everything laid in my answer, one I knew very well. Right from the moment Ronan had asked me to describe in details what I wanted him to do to me, I knew.
I knew the answer. And not only that, I had successfully replaced the overwhelming, terrifying truth with a manageable, equally intense lie.
He didn't need to know that, and I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him. Ronan hadn't walked out for a stroll, he had only given me time to obey. The few minutes of quiet wasn't for me to think about it, but a countdown.
The fear of getting caught, the note, and the suspicion, had been successfully
