LOGINVienna’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
Vienna’s POVThe four of us fanned out across the graveyard—me, Edward, Noah, and Bella—calling Lily’s name until our voices blurred into the wind. The place felt endless, rows and rows of stones stretching out under the gray afternoon sky. My stomach tightened more with every step. The thought of Lily somewhere here, alone and scared, made my chest hurt."We’ve covered this whole section," Noah called, worry carved into every line of his face. "She has to be close."Bella was already jogging ahead again, her voice hoarse from shouting. "Lily! Lily, sweetheart, please answer me!"Then a small, devastating sound cut through the quiet.A little sob."Wait," Bella whispered. She whipped around a tall marble headstone and gasped. "Oh my god—Lily."We all rushed toward her. Lily was curled up in the grass, pressed against the stone as if trying to disappear into it. When Bella scooped her up, Lily clung to her like she was drowning.Her whole little body shook."I’m so sorry," Bella whis
Vienna’s POVI poked my head into the living room where Oliver was busy building a mountain out of cushions. "Sweetheart," I said gently, "Grandma and Grandpa are going to watch you for a little while, okay? I have to help Auntie Bella with something important."Oliver looked up, concerned. "Is she sad?""Yeah," I said softly. "But I’m going to help her. You stay here and be good?"He nodded solemnly. "I will. Can I show you my racetrack when you’re back?"My heart squeezed. "Of course."I kissed the top of his head, then hurried to find my parents. They took one look at my face and didn’t ask questions."Go," Celeste said firmly. "We’ve got him.""Call if you need anything," Harold added.I was already halfway out the door.The instant babysitting service was definitely one of the perks of living with my parents. One I knew I’d miss the day we finally had a place of our own.The drive to Bella’s place was a blur of headlights and worst-case scenarios running through my mind. When I f
Vienna’s POVThe next morning, over breakfast, I gently nudged Oliver. "Hey," I said casually, "can I ask you something?"He looked up with his wide blue eyes. "Yeah?"I hesitated for half a second, then smiled. "How would you feel if we… maybe… started looking for our own home?"His spoon froze mid-air. "Our own home?" His face lit up instantly. "Like… with my own playroom? And a backyard? And maybe a dog, and a cat, and bunnies?"I laughed. "Yes, exactly like that. Though I don’t know about all those animals."He gasped dramatically. "Mom! Are we really gonna move?""Well," I chuckled, "we’re going to look. And if we find something that feels right, then yes. A special place, just for you and me."He jumped off his chair, doing a little spin around the kitchen. "YES! I want a blue room! No—wait—a green one! And I want a tree outside with a swing and—and—"His excited rambling was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Harold and Celeste appeared in the doorway, blinking sleepily."What’s







