LOGINVivienne's POV It had been almost three hours since I sent Jace a message asking him where we were going to meet. Three hours, and he still hadn't replied.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone like I could somehow force it to light up through sheer frustration, but it remained stubbornly silent.Where do we meet? Those had been the words I'd sent, and apparently, Jace had decided that was enough.He had given me no address, no time and no explanation.Nothing."Maybe he changed his mind." I exhaled sharply and tossed the phone onto the bedThe thought should have relieved me, but it didn't. If anything, it made my stomach twist harder, because I had spent the last three hours going over his messages again and again.You deserve to know what happened that night.But if Ronan comes with you, I won't tell you everything.There was something he knew. Something about the accident, something about the night I'd believed had ended with his death, and now that I had agreed
Vivienne's POV I stared at the message until the words began to blur.You deserve to know what happened that night.But if Ronan comes with you, I won't tell you everything. My heart hammered against my ribs as my thumb hovered over the screen“I should wake him.” The thought came immediately.I should turn around, shake his shoulder, and show him exactly what Jace had sent. That was what I was supposed to do because Ronan had told me we would face this together.He had promised me he wouldn't let my past swallow me whole, and yet here I was, lying beside him while keeping something from him.I slowly turned my head and Ronan was still asleep.His face was relaxed, and the tension that had been carved into his features all day finally gone.One arm was still wrapped around my waist, he looked peaceful and for some reason, that made it harder.I looked back at my phone and the message stared back at me.You deserve to know what happened that night.What did that mean? Was he tal
Vivienne's POV Ronan's eyes moved slowly over the screen and I watched the muscles in his jaw tighten.He didn't say anything for several seconds and neither did Maverick. It was probably insane to think, but the silence was almost worse than the message itself.We need to talk.Alone.Ronan's thumb hovered over the screen before he lowered the phone."No."“Ronan, what?” I blinked. "You don't even know what I was going to say.""I know exactly what you're going to say." His voice was calm, too calm."You think I'm going to meet him." I folded my arms."I know you're going to think about meeting him."I opened my mouth, then closed it. Damn him.He knew me too well."I need answers." I let out instead. "You can get answers without standing in front of him alone." There was a hint of annoyance in his tone, but it wasn't directed at me. "I need to know why he's alive." My chest suddenly felt tight, and I looked away. "I know.""How he survived." I hated how my voice broke, but I
Vivienne's POV I didn't like the look on Ronan's face and not because it was angry.Anger, I understood.I'd seen Ronan furious. I'd seen the cold, terrifying stillness that settled over him when someone threatened the people he cared about.This was different.He looked like a man who had just realized the ground beneath him wasn't as solid as he'd thought.Maverick stood across from him, his arms folded over his chest, his expression equally grim and considering the fact that they were slightly chatty yesterday, this was an unwelcome surprise. "What aren't you telling me?" I looked between them.A small part of me had thought that since it was a new day since we found out Jace was digging into my past, things would be slightly better, but I was wrong. "Nothing." Ronan's eyes came to mine. I stared at him and after a couple of seconds, he sighed. "Okay. Something, but not because I want to keep you in the dark.""That's exactly what you're doing." I shot back. "I know." He sig
Ronan's POV I didn't let Vivienne out of my sight. Not after what had happened and not after seeing the way her entire world had shattered because of one photograph.Jace was dead.Or at least, he was supposed to be.Vivienne had spent years believing that. She had buried him, mourned him, and somehow forced herself to keep living after losing the man she had once loved.Now, he was standing beside Grant.Alive, and the more I thought about it, the less I believed it was a coincidence.There were too many pieces that didn't fit, too many questions, and I hated unanswered questions.Especially when they involved my wife.Vivienne sat on the edge of the couch in my office, staring down at a cup of untouched coffee.She hadn't said much since we left our room.Every few minutes, her fingers tightened around the mug, then relaxed again and honestly, I understood.She was trying to process something that shouldn't have been possible and I was trying to do the same.I wasn't sure how l
Vivienne's POV I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried to force air in and out my lungs, it just didn't work out. Like that wasn't enough, I didn't even remember what had happened prior to this moment. One minute I was staring at a photograph I was sure had crawled out of hell, and the next, my feet were moving on their own accord I made it halfway down the hallway before the walls seemed to close in around me.“Jace.” The name kept repeating inside my head. “Jace.”It didn't make sense. It couldn't make sense.I pushed open the door to Ronan's room and stumbled inside, barely registering the familiar leather-and-wood scent that usually made something inside me settle.Not tonight.I shut the door behind me and leaned against it. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt and my head was whirling with a million and one thoughts all at once. Jace was dead. I knew that and I had known it for years.I'd cried over his grave, I'd stood there while they lowered the casket into the
Vivienne's POV The morning light was the first thing my eyes caught the moment I peeled them open. It filtered in through the half drawn curtains, pale gold and feather soft, and catching dust motes as they danced lazily in the air. I stirred underneath the thick gray duvet, and something caught m
Vivienne's POV The ride back to the house felt longer than it was, but I didn't dare speak. What was I meant to say? Even if I was somehow able to come up with something to say, I doubted it was the right time. Ronan didn't say a word either, and I didn't dare ask him to. Not when his knuckles wer
Vivienne's POV The world around me spun, and in all my life, I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as much as I wanted it now. It didn't help that the air around me was still, and with each passing second, I could feel the gaze of the other bikers burning into my skin.
Vivienne's POV The vest weighed heavier than I thought it would. While this might have sounded like a parable of some sort, it wasn't. I meant it literally. A small groan slid past my lips as I shrugged the leather jacket onto my shoulders. I tried to balance it out, and after a couple of tries,







