"Vivienne?" Laura repeated the name, turning it over in her mind like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit. "Who was she?"
Nikolai stood up abruptly and walked to one of the small windows, his movements sharp with tension, and lightning flashed across his face turning his profile to silver for just a moment before darkness swallowed him again, and Laura watched the muscles in his jaw tighten as he stared out at the storm like he was looking for answers in the rain.
"Not who you should be asking about," he said finally, his voice carefully controlled in that way he had when he was hiding something.
Laura set the journal aside and rose to her feet, something in his tone making her press even though she knew he didn't want her to.
"Then who?" she asked, moving closer but not touching him,
