Vivienne's POV The rumble of Ronan's bike died down the moment he slipped into the heart of the Black Reaper’s domain. It was an industrial compound tucked behind a set of iron gates and oil streaked pavement.

I climbed off behind him, tugging at my jacket. I wasn't cold, but somehow I just knew I was going to need the extra cover. The moment my boots hit the ground though, I felt it immediately.

Eyes. They were staring. So many of them.

I gulped.

When Ronan always spoke about his ...