Deceptive Composure

Vivienne’s POV

I didn’t slam the door hard enough.

I could have. Should have, maybe. But slamming it too hard would have been too loud, too dramatic, too expected. And the last thing I wanted to do was give Valentin the satisfaction of knowing he’d rattled me. No. I would not flinch. I would not stomp. I would not so much as scowl.

I would simply walk out of that godforsaken office like a woman wh