I woke up in Vivienne's bed with sunlight streaming through the windows and the distinct feeling that I'd made my life significantly more complicated.
Worth it, though.
Vivienne was already up, standing by the window in a silk robe, coffee in hand. She looked relaxed in a way I'd never seen before – like some weight had been lifted.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning." She turned, smiling. "Sleep well?"
"Better than I have in days."
"Good. Because you're going to need your energy for what's coming."
I sat up. "What's coming?"
"Fallout." She moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I've already gotten three calls from Margaret, five texts from various coven members, and Sebastian left a very angry voicemail."
"How angry?"
"Threatening-legal-action angry. Apparently, I 'embarrassed him publicly' and 'damaged the potential alliance between our families.'" She sipped her coffee. "He's also demanding I explain my relationship with you to the coven elders."
"Are you worried?"
