Shattered Pride

Donovan POV.

The bar was a bit dark, a haze of cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling as I sat at the farthest corner, drowning in my seventh bottle of beer. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversations, the occasional laugh, it all faded into the background, replaced by one image in my head: Vivienne in Declan’s arms.

I laughed. A hollow, bitter sound that escaped my throat without wa