Blurred Lines

Vivienne’s POV

As I stepped out into the parking lot, the thought circled me like a vulture—should I go straight to Giovanni and ask him everything? Because that was why he’d given me his card that first time, wasn’t it?

The thought lingered at the edge of my mind, sharp and tempting. But even now, I knew that whatever he had to say would come with strings, riddles, and leverage. Because if he rea