Vivienne's POV The vest weighed heavier than I thought it would. While this might have sounded like a parable of some sort, it wasn't. I meant it literally.

A small groan slid past my lips as I shrugged the leather jacket onto my shoulders. I tried to balance it out, and after a couple of tries, I liked to think I'd gotten a hang of it. This was the first time I was wearing the Iron Vulture's black leather jacket and I didn't know what to think of it. It was huge and even though it felt ...