Vivienne's POV

The hum of my car engine fills the stillness of the parking lot, my trembling hands resting on the damp leather of the steering wheel. Sleek rows of Christmas lights flicker across the windshield, casting fragmented patterns over my face. My palms are slick with an anxious sweat, and there’s a sharp tang of blood on my tongue where my teeth have lodged too deeply, holding back the urge to scream.

My phone, newly tainted with the glow of Jareth's ...