Vivienne's POV
I blinked, frozen, my eyes fixed on the dagger in Quinn's hand, the tip pointing at me. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she walked closer to me. When the shining tip of the dagger was close to my skin, I moved away, but I could not run even if I wanted to.
My heart raced, staring at her. “You think you are so special, don't you?” she asked.
I shook my head quickly, my eyes wide, glancing at the dagger she held firmly close to my neck. I swallowed as she brought the dagger closer. She smiled coyly, seeing my fear. “Yes, be scared of me. Alpha Tristan is mine. He was my sister's husband, and I waited for a long time to have him, so you cannot take him away. You hear me?” she said, but I could neither nod nor shake my head.
“Can we please talk without the dagger?” I man
