Playing with Fire

Vivienne’s POV

By the time I slammed the door to my suite, the fury in my chest had matured, no longer cool, but polished into something far more dangerous. Strategic. Tactical. Lethal, if necessary.

I stalked across the room, ripped off my slippers like they’d personally betrayed me, and dropped them somewhere near the chaise lounge I never actually used. For a second, I debated going back downst