Chapter 28: Falling not Foolish.

Violet Virgilson

The morning light slanted across the bedroom, soft and golden, too gentle for a life like mine. For the first time in weeks, I’d woken without the weight of dread pressing on my chest. The sheets smelled faintly of Vincent—clean, crisp, threaded with something darker, like cedar and defiance.

I rolled onto my side and found the space beside me empty. Of course he wasn’t there. Vincent Valentino Virenson didn’t strike me as the type to ...