I froze in the doorway, because for several seconds my mind refused to understand what my eyes were showing me.
Draven was lying on our bed, and his face looked strangely pale beneath the dim candlelight. His dark hair was disheveled, his breathing was uneven, and his eyes appeared unfocused as though he was struggling to understand where he was.
Vivienne was on him, and she was deliberately positioned so close that there could be no innocent explanation for what I was seeing.
My fingers tightened around the doorframe and I couldn't breathe properly, because the sight in front of me seemed to steal the air from my lungs before I could even draw another breath.
Draven's eyes moved toward me, but they didn't immediately recognize me, and that frightened me almost as much as Vivienne's pr
