Chapter 259

When Kieran appeared, I gripped Vivian's hair with one hand and held a sharp shard of porcelain against her face. I had pressed down so hard that a small cut had formed on her cheek.

I wasn't much better off myself. My palm, clutching the shard, had been cut open, too, and blood dripped down the porcelain.

I had been pushed around by the Thornes, and my hair was a mess. I looked a complete wreck,