Claiming His Place

Donovan POV.

It was past ten when I finally decided to walk in.

For most of the evening, I had watched from afar, leaning against the wall of the bar as Vivienne celebrated her victory with her staff. The exhibition had been flawless, better than I could’ve imagined, and she had carried out every detail like the brilliant woman I knew she was. The pride I felt was something I hadn’t anticipated, a