VIV’S POV
I watched through the large window as Liv stormed out of the café, her back stiff with fury, her hands clenched into trembling fists.
Damn it! That was satisfying.
A grin pulled at my lips as I reached for my cup of latte, the scent of roasted beans and vanilla cream filling my nose. I deserved a proper breakfast, damn it.
After the miserable morning I'd had, burning the waffles I made, then throwing them up thanks to this parasite growing inside me. I needed something good.
I lifted the cup halfway to my mouth, savoring the idea of finally tasting something that didn’t make me sick, when a flicker of movement caught my eye.
I blinked.
Liv. Again.
Charging back into the café like a little storm wrapped up in designer jeans and entitlement.
I barely had time to set my cu
