Beneath the Cold

Vivienne’s POV

Everything felt heavy as I slowly opened my eyes. My eyelids, my limbs, my thoughts.

There was a voice, low, sharp, and somehow familiar. It cut through the fog like a thread of steel. Russian, I thought, though I couldn’t make out the words. Was it real? Or just something my mind conjured to soothe me?

Pain seared through my head. My muscles ached like I’d run a marathon through ce