Vivienne's POV For a long moment, I didn’t move. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to even if I tried. My feet seemed to have been glued to the door, so I just stood there staring at the door, while I tried to match the voice to a face.

It wasn’t Ronan’s. It didn’t have that growl hidden under every word, and it definitely didn't sound like the voice belonged to Callie or any other female, so who the fuck was on the other side?

“Maverick?” I finally said, barely loud ...