Terms of Indifference

Vivienne’s POV

Svetlana’s ambush meant nothing.

I repeated that to myself like a mantra. Like a chant to ward off the kind of bitterness that ate you alive from the inside. She could have her stories, real or imagined, about Valentin showing up in suits and making her beg. Good for her.

I was here for one thing. One.

To sign the goddamn contract.

That was the goal. That was all that mattered. Ever