Chapter 50 Vivienne Speaks Out
- The green light blinked on.
- Isolde’s breath caught.
- Across from her, Vivienne sat upright, flawless under studio lighting an image sculpted for the camera, but vibrating with barely restrained fury. She wore a black silk blouse, collar high, wrists bare. No jewelry. No mask. Her hair was pulled back in a simple twist, her only adornment a velvet ribbon blood-red.