VIVIENNE'S POV
The room door closed after the triplets, leaving the room silent again.
But the sudden absence of the triplets didn't bring my heart rate down.
If anything, the quiet room only made the loud, frantic thrumming against my chest intensify.
I lay there under the heavy velvet quilt, staring blankly at the dark wood of the doorframe where Maddox, Cassian, and Rhys had stood just moments ago.
My skin felt hyper-aware, warm, and strange, as if every single nerve ending was still buzzing with electric current.
Even with three of them gone, my mind refused to quiet down.
Sharp, vivid flashes kept rushing back into my head in overwhelming waves.
I could still feel the heavy, unyielding pressure of Maddox's rough hands clamping around my hips, holding me pinned to the mattress so securely that I couldn't move an inch.
