Viviane's POV
This isn't happening. Please tell me this isn't really happening
I was so preoccupied trying to get Mom through the alley I didn't realize we weren't alone until it was too late. Kiera saw him first, freezing in place and dragging Mom and I back like an anchor.
James looks exactly as I remember. Average height, average weight, average looks; overall a pretty shabby example of his kind. He boasts none of Caspian's strength or charm, none of his authority or edge. Yet he frightens me all the same.
His devious eyes light up when he sees me, sending ice through my veins and pulling me to a stop every bit as sudden as Kiera's.
"Hello Viviane." He says, striding towards us with a cold leer, "Did you miss me?"
"What are you doing here?" I blurt without thinking.
"I may not
