Poisoned Thoughts

Valentin’s POV

I was gripping the edge of the table like it could anchor me, like it might keep me from slipping under. But I wasn’t really here, in this boardroom filled with people. My body was.

But my mind was still with her.

Vivianna.

Every attempt to concentrate cracked open the same memory: her face the night before, raw and open in a way I wasn’t prepared for. The way her fingers trembled