LOGINVienna’s POVA group of people in yoga pants and athletic gear had gathered near the park trail, looking at us with curious, slightly amused expressions. Some of them were holding water bottles; others had mats rolled under their arms. All eyes were on us."Oh… no," I stammered, my cheeks heating instantly. "He’s just, uh… teaching me self-defense." My voice sounded a little breathless even to my own ears.One of the women smirked. "Right…" she said, tilting her head. "Didn’t look like you wanted to defend yourself there for a minute."I froze. My stomach twisted, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.Edward stepped forward smoothly, his presence instantly commanding attention. He didn’t raise his voice, but every word had that sharp, confident tone that shut down nonsense before it started."That’s enough," he said, his eyes scanning the group with a calm but firm gaze. "This is a private session. If anyone wants to mock or judge my student, I suggest you take your entertain
Edward’s POVI woke up on the couch with a stupid smile on my face.Vienna was asleep in my bed.Granted, not for the reason any man might dream of—but still. She was safe. Warm. Breathing steadily under my roof. And even though the circumstances had been awful and traumatic, even though I wished more than anything that she’d never had to relive that nightmare… I couldn’t deny it:I felt honored.Honored that she trusted me again.Honored that I got to be the one who held her when she fell apart.I scrubbed a hand over my tired face and got up, stretching. The sun was already sneaking through the blinds, brushing gold across the apartment. I made my way into the kitchen and started bustling around quietly, pulling out eggs, bread, berries, anything I thought she might like.A part of me replayed last night on loop—the fear in her eyes, the way she shook, the way she clung to my voice like it was a lifeline.And then… The way her shoulders loosened when she took that first sip of tea.
Vienna’s POVEdward stroked my hair with slow, deliberate gentleness, his touch grounding me in a world that still felt tilted off its axis."Shhh… you’re safe," he whispered, again and again. His low voice was warm and steady—like an anchor I didn’t know I needed until that moment.Across from us, Ashley was wrapped tightly in Fred’s arms. Her makeup was smudged, her chest rising and falling too fast, but she was safe. Fred rubbed her back, murmuring something into her hair.He lifted his gaze to Bella, who was standing nearby, arms wrapped around herself. "Security handled it?" he asked over Ashley’s shoulder.Bella nodded weakly. "Yeah. They dragged him out the back. Police should be on their way. He’s gone."Fred exhaled a long, shaky breath. "Okay. That’s it. We’re staying together for the rest of the night. No more splitting up, no wandering off. We stick as a group."The bachelor party and bachelorette group merged in a messy, chaotic tangle—men hugging women, women crying into
Vienna’s POVThe panic attack hit me before I even understood what was happening.My vision blurred. My lungs locked. This couldn’t be happening. Not tonight.That man…It was him.The same thug who had taunted and tortured Warren. Who had touched me in ways that still made my skin crawl. Who had laughed while he yanked at my clothes just to watch Warren break.The memory slammed into me so violently I stumbled back, clutching my chest as the streetlights spun in a dizzying dance."No. No, no, no…" I whispered. The words barely scraped out. My breath shattered into sharp, painful gasps.He approached with that same cruel grin I still saw in my nightmares."Well, well," he crooned, eyes sweeping over me. "Miss me, sweetheart?"Ashley stepped between us without hesitation, her voice firm despite the fear flashing in her eyes. "Back. Off. She’s been through enough."He didn’t.Instead, he grabbed her arm."Hey! Let go—let go of me!" Ashley struggled, twisting, but his grip only tightened
Ashley’s POV"Morning, fiancée," a low voice brushed against my ear. "Ready for your big day?"I blinked awake, still tangled beneath the sheets, to find Fred’s face hovering inches from mine. His dark blonde hair was a sleepy mess. His smile was entirely too smug for this early in the morning. For a moment I simply stared, my brain foggy. Then everything snapped into place."Oh my god." I shot upright so quickly I startled him. "Today is my Bachelorette!"Fred burst out laughing. "I knew it. I knew you’d be more excited about this than the wedding.""I am not!" I protested, even though we both knew it was only slightly untrue. "It’s just… Today is going to be fun. Weddings are stressful. This is fun."He stretched out, arms behind his head. "Good to know where I rank compared to glitter, giggles and cocktails.""Oh hush." I leaned down to kiss him. "You always rank first. But today? Today is Vienna’s masterpiece.""Well, if anyone can create a masterpiece involving alcohol, chaos, an
Vienna’s POVThe urge hit me out of nowhere.Absolutely uninvited.Completely illogical.And so, so dangerous.Kissing Edward—actually wanting to kiss Edward—was the kind of complication my life did not need right now. Not with Warren. Not with Oliver. Not with my still-fragile brain and my barely-rebuilt sense of stability. Not with everything happening around Desiree’s trial.So I tore my gaze away and stared very intently at the bead of condensation sliding down my glass like my life depended on it.Of course, Edward noticed immediately that something was off."Hey," he said softly, leaning just a little closer. "You okay?""Yep," I blurted out, way too fast. "Totally fine. Just, uh… strong drink." I held up the glass like Exhibit A.He tilted his head. "Mm-hm. Sure. Because you’re always this jumpy after half a cocktail."I widened my eyes at him. "Hey, don’t mock me. These things are basically liquid betrayal. I wasn’t prepared."A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth, but he







