CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR – VIVIAN’S VENDETTA

Florian didn't hesitate in crossing over and sinking down on the bench beside her, expression still thunderous. "Well, it would seem we have a fairly pressing situation on our hands now," he muttered grimly. Cassie felt something inside her fracture at the weary resignation in his voice, picturing with terrible clarity all the various calamities Vivian could helpfully unleash upon them both now out of sheer spite. Would she scorch the earth entirely in her warpath to see them ruined? "What're we going to do?" She heard the tremor of fear edging into her own voice, pathetically. "I can't...I don't know what happens now if she outs us, but it won't be good. Florian, I..." "Shhhh." He silenced her babbling panic with a gentle finger to her lips, searching her face with ardent reassurance. "Easy there, gorgeous. We'll figure a way out of this, you have to trust me on that." Despite his confident words, unmistakable doubt clouded his features as the precarious scenario solidified around