"What are you saying sorry to me for? What the hell are you trying to say?" Viviana turned and stormed back to the bed. She gripped Nikolas's arm. "Get up, Nikolas! Nikolas, get up or I'll never speak to you again. I'll get my things and I'll leave, and y-you will never see me again. You better get up, I-I-I'm not joking."
But Nikolas didn't move. He was as motionless as ever. The reality was starting to slip in, and unable to swallow it, Viviana's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted, almost hitting the floor if not for Lucian who was quick enough to catch her.
He lifted her into his arms and left the room, shutting it with a grab of his feet. He made his way back upstairs where he met his mother who was quick to get up from the sofa.
"How is she… Oh…" Her words trailed off at the sight of Viviana who was unconscious.
"She's not taking this well."
Lucian gazed helplessly.
"What do we do?"
