Marek sauntered over, hands stuffed in his pockets, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

His expression seemed to shout, "Aha, I knew you were just playing hard to get."

Vivienne was too exhausted to even curse at him, opting instead to roll her eyes and ignore his existence.

But Marek wasn't one to give up easily; he latched onto her wrist with a vice-like grip.

"Vivienne, what's with the act?" he asked.

"I know you're still hung up on me," he ...