Untouchable

Vivienne’s POV

For a second, I thought I’d imagined watching my husband crumble to the floor.

Valentin Sokolov didn’t just collapse. That wasn’t possible. He didn’t break. He didn’t bend.

But I watched it happen; one second, he was by the passenger side of the car, fumbling with the keys in his hand, shoulders rising with every labored breath. And then he sank. Not slowly. Not like someone easing