Vivienne’s POV

“Vivienne. I thought you went home.” Jonah’s jaw is clenched, his expression locked down. The candid warmth I used to love about him is nowhere in sight—only guarded suspicion.

I don’t answer. I just stand there, staring at them while my pulse hammers.

Damien’s voice comes easy, almost lazy. “How much of that did you catch?”

“Catch what?” I flick my gaze from Damien to Jonah like I’m genuinely lost. ...