Finn

Vivian’s hair tickled my chin. Her strawberry scent wrapped around me like a blanket. I kept my arms around her tightly, refusing to let her go. Her body moved slightly with each breath as she recounted her time with Callum and everything he’d told her about his family.

Most of it I already knew but why he hated my family and why he’d chosen to kill Laurel was new information.

Absently, I ran my fingers through Vivian’s dark, curly hair. The strands were ...