Vivian's POV The door creaked open again, and I forced my eyes to remain shut so I didn't have to face Lucien while he tried to force the humiliating secret out of me. But then it dawned on me that the familiar citrus scent that always alerted me to Lucien's presence long before my gaze landed on him was absent. Instead, the only thing that filled my nose was my sister's foul-smelling honeycomb smell. My eyes snapped open, and I glared at her, too weak to tell her to get her face out of mine. "How are you doing, dear sister?" she started, forcing a fake smile. I didn't know what her intentions were, but they couldn't be good. It had been a lesson taught to me many times now: never trust her. Even when I did, she cost me things that were irreplaceable. 'Don't let her provoke you, Vivian,' Lexa said, her voice soothing, keeping me in bed. 'Lucien isn't here and I can't do anything to help you. Just wait and let her get bored and leave.' "No answer for your little sister
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