Calculated Silence

Valentin’s POV

I sat in the villa’s dining room long after Vivianna had glided away like the clouds before heavy rain descended; eerily silent and deceptively calm. My coffee had gone lukewarm, but I wasn’t moving. I was still trying to figure out what the hell she was planning. Because there was no way she wasn’t planning something.

See, Vivianna was not the type to cry and forgive. No, she was t