The Art of Avoidance

Vivienne’s POV

It had been three days since the party.

Three days since I slapped Valentin Sokolov.

Three days since he stood there, calm and cruel, said things that carved straight through my chest, and then, just to twist the knife, kissed me like he owned the air in my lungs. And then disappeared. Like a goddamn ghost.

The first hour after that incident was a blur. I remember the sound of the d