“What happened?” she asks.
“That’s what we're trying to figure out.”
Her hands shake as she touches my skin, making sure that I’m real. “You’re beautiful,” she says, her fingers touching my two-toned hair and her fingers graze over my cheekbones.
I’m not sure what to say, or where we go from here. It’s obvious that this is a lot on her, it’s a lot for everyone.
We stare at each other for a few long moments before the front door flings open and a shotgun is aimed at us. A man with short black hair and deep brown eyes threatens us.
Silas looks ready to kill him as my mother holds up her two hands.
“Oberyn, no,” she says. “They aren’t here to hurt us.”
The man's brows furrow. “Who the fuck is Oberyn?”
My mother sighs and glances at me. “Stun him, you’re going to need to perform the same spell. This is your father, Oberyn Collins.”
The man cocks the shotgun, but before he can do anything, Silas is grabbing it and pointing it to the ceiling, while Iris incapacitates the man that’s apparently my father.
Chapter 34
The tension in the room is thick as we all sit at the large dining table. Violet’s father, Oberyn, glances at me now and then and I can feel the edge of him being an Alpha as well.
It’s hidden deep within him, but it’s there.
Violet’s mother keeps touching her, like she isn’t sure this is all real. I suppose even being supernatural, this all seems far-fetched.
I’ve kept quiet, letting Violet take the lead, which is hard. I can tell she doesn’t know where to start. Honestly, no one sitting around the table does.
“The necklace. I gave him the necklace,” she says, glancing over at me. “Is he truly your husband?” she asks and Violet nods, and eyes her two best friends before swallowing.
She’s going to do it. She’s going to tell them everything.
“Yes, he’s my husband. Yes, I still have the necklace.”
“I’m sorry I hid that piece of you. I had too,” Lavender says. Her husband places a hand on his wife’s neck as he looks at his daughter. The man hasn’t said much and I wonder if he’s quiet or this is all just too much.
“What necklace?” Iris asks, and Violet licks her lips.
Lavender cups Violet’s cheek as tears fall from her eyes. “We never meant to leave you. Everything we did was to protect you, but at what cost?” she asks.
Violet wipes a tear from her eye and tells them everything. How she spent sixteen years in a fucked-up orphanage, how Aster picked her up on her birthday and she had a happy life with the coven, then her hex with me and the spirit that visited us in the mansion.
“I didn’t realize at the time that Collins was my ancestor,” Violet says looking at her father.
“My father thought you would solve everything. Aster thought differently,” Oberyn says, and Violet’s brows furrow.
“His spirit led us here. We visited the jewelry shop, and we brought the necklace back home.”
“Did it preserve your wolf?” Lavender asks. Both of the other witches’ heads quickly turn to Violet, who looks shy and scared.
“It did,” she says, glancing over at her friends.
“You’re both?” Iris asks, her voice soft. “You can shift?”
“Only with the necklace on,” Violet says, searching her friend’s reactions. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Iris nods, and Ember smiles. “This changes nothing,” Ember reassures her with a smile.
