Vivienne POV

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The morning came with a pounding headache that pressed behind my eyes and sat heavy in my chest. I lay there staring at the ceiling, wishing for even a moment of peace, but it didn’t come.

I couldn’t tell if it was Damon’s insane words still echoing in my head, or if it was the anger I had carried into sleep. Maybe both. Either way, I felt weighed down, like my life had tilted off balance and refused to steady itself.

I rubbed my temples, whispering to myself, ...