Vivienne's POV I wasn't sure how long I stood there after Ronan disappeared, but I knew it was long enough for the music from the party to filter in again. It was a cruel reminder that the world kept moving, even when mine was threatening to fall apart.

The picture burned in my hand, and I shoved it into my purse like it was a piece of evidence that just might catch fire if I didn't find a solution. My skin still tingled from where the blade was pressed into my skin. It had been dangerous, ...