“As if you don’t know. Your fucked-up boyfriend here beat me up.” Vivienne shakes her head. “Tyrant wouldn’t do that.” I smile and press a kiss to her temple, just behind her mask. Oh, my little angel. Still believing that I have a shred of conscience just because I’m sweet to her. She’s so vulnerable and soft-hearted, but that’s one of the things I love about her. The world has treated her cruelly, but she hasn’t lost her innocence.
