Hostile Waters

Vivienne’s POV

I painted my sweetest, most defiant smile across my face. Raising my crystal mimosa glass high over my head, I offered him a mocking toast set for an audience of one.

Valentin stood rigid on the high stone balcony. He did not move a single inch to acknowledge the gesture. He just stared down at the chaos below, radiating a quiet, terrifying rage. The sheer force of his presence ma