POV: Vivian
I'm back at my apartment by noon, the morning film shoot finished, Jackson's plane ticket still in my purse like a weight I can't quite shed. Sienna is waiting when I arrive, looking exhausted and haunted in ways that mean she's had another vision.
"Tell me you didn't actually buy a plane ticket to Paris," she says without preamble.
"Jackson bought it. I'm just considering whether to use it."
"Are you? Actually considering it? Or are you just holding onto the escape option while knowing you'll never take it?" She moves to my window, the one Chase cracked during his curse possession, now replaced but still carrying the memory of his violence. "I had a vision. About you. Want to hear it or would you prefer plausible deniability?"
"Tell me. I'm already choosing potential death tomorrow. Might as well know what I'm avoiding if I choose escape instead."
