Vivienne POV

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I stared at my phone screen after the call ended, my fingers still tight around the device as I processed William’s words.

Frustration rushed through me at his persistence, but underneath it, a small voice questioned if his warnings about Damon held any truth.

The safe house felt more like a cage now, with the tall pines outside whispering in the wind, and the distant sound of guards patrolling adding to my sense of isolation. I took a deep breath, trying to steady ...