Vivienne's POV
Hearing the door open, my fingers hit the side of the shelf, making me hiss in pain, bringing Alpha Tristan's attention to where I stood. He turned to me with a worried expression. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asked, rushing over to where I stood.
His eyes studied my face and the bandage on my head. I managed a half smile. “I am, but I am just feeling exhausted,” I lied.
I surely could not tell him I was snooping around and trying to find the keys to the dungeons and possibly release Darius. He placed his hand on the side of my head, checking out the bandage. “If you aren't fit for the banquet, I can always cancel. I would not want you hurt and pushing through for it,” he said, his gaze reassuring.
I smiled, shaking my head. “I am fine. I think it could be food. With
