Gabriel’s POV

I didn’t like how Vivianna looked at Lucy. Like Lucy was a sweet dessert to cap off a satisfying meal. The entire time I had to resist pulling my wife over my lap to make a point. I noticed how Lucy’s cheeks flushed, her body tightening at the attention. The confusion muddled her mossy eyes like she didn’t understand why she was reacting so strongly to the Countess.

I did.

The French called it l'appel du vide, or “call of the void.” ...