Chapter 44: Melting Mountains.Vincent Virenson.

The footsteps stopped. Not far from the doorway, but close enough that my pulse caught in my throat.

Violet’s hand rested lightly on the side of her chair, her eyes still locked on mine, calculating, analyzing. The air between us had thickened, charged, as if the very atmosphere waited for the next word to drop like a stone into a silent pond.

A figure stepped fully into the room. A man, tall, impeccably dressed, calm but sharp. The kind of calm ...