Crossing Lines

Vivienne’s POV

I cleared my throat hard and took a step back, desperate to break the tension before it consumed me.

But then he stepped forward.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

Valentin raised both his hands and placed them against the elevator wall, one on either side of my head. Not touching me. Not even brushing me. But boxing me in. Completely.

He said nothing.

And neither did I.

He just…loo