Vivienne’s POV

Jonah’s face collapses as my words land, and I wrestle against the urge to gloat. I keep my expression neutral, though there’s a part of me itching to savor his reaction.

Good. The deeper his agony, the stronger my position becomes. Every crack in his resolve plays right into my hands, making it simpler to steer everything exactly where I want it.

“Vivienne,” Briony cuts in, her tone sharp enough to pull me back to the moment. ...