Viviana's POV

The air Nolan brought into the room carried an unmistakable trace of alcohol.

"Viviana, happy birthday," he murmured.

I blinked against the dim light, my eyes suddenly stinging with emotion.

I thought this must be a dream. There could be no other explanation.

Why else would Nolan appear in my room in the dead of night?

It was so unlike him.

But if this were indeed a dream, I prayed ...