"What exactly do you want from me, Adrian?"
He seemed to come back to himself and let out a bitter laugh. Looking at her, he said softly, "Vivian, you don't have to treat me like an enemy. I'm your brother. I raised you for five years. No matter how terrible you think I am, I would never hurt you."
Vivian said nothing. She only looked at him in silence.
His hands tightened into fists.
"I was the one who brought Lucien to find you that day," he said. "If I truly meant to harm you, would I have done that?"
Vivian hesitated, then her voice softened slightly.
"Thank you."
Relief flickered across Adrian's face, but it disappeared the moment his gaze fell to the scattered marks along her collarbone.
He drew several slow breaths, barely managing to contain the fury rising inside him.
No.
