Chapter 87
Vivienne lay curled beneath the blankets, one hand wrapped tightly around Rhett's wrist as though letting him move even an inch away from her would somehow make the room disappear.
She could still smell the clubhouse on him.
That faint trace of smoke that seemed to cling to every man who spent enough time inside the Iron Reapers.
Normally, she would have found the scent comforting. Tonight, it only reminded her of how close she'd come to losing everything.
She shifted against the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
Damien had been furious with her. She had underestimated how far his anger would go.
Being dragged away from school had not been part of her plan. Neither had the basement, the restraints, the darkness, or the humiliating realization that the people she had trust
