VIVIAN

The new safehouse was nice. Lance, my new bodyguard, was nice, too. It was all very nice.

But I was fucking miserable without Jesse. I missed him. Found myself aching for him. I couldn’t count the number of times I caught myself thinking about him throughout the day.

I was in bed, curled up in a ball beneath the fine goose down duvet. I was surrounded by a mountain of fluffy pillows, smooth silk sheets gliding against my skin. My little nest was the only place I felt stable, safe. Lance would check on me every now and then, knocking on my door to see if I needed anything,...