Something bigger.
But then I remember the way Violet held Luna.
And the way she looked at me.
Something inside me warms.
I want to see her again.
Maybe if I spend enough time with her, I’ll finally stop wondering if she's stalking me.
"...Yeah," I say.
Ivy grins.
Mr. Pickles stares at me, looking pleased.
Sebastian watches me intently.
And for some reason, it feels less like curiosity and more like a warning.
31
VIOLET
Callie is loungingon the couch when I walk into the living room.
Good. We need to talk.
“You almost gave me away,” I snap, irritation blooming through me.
Callie doesn’t even look up from her phone. “I didn’t know he was here,” she says, completely unbothered. “It was after one in the morning.”
“That’s not the point.”
“It feels like the point,” she counters, finally glancing up at me. “If I had known yourtargetwas standing in my kitchen, I would’ve adjusted.”
I narrow my eyes. “He’s not a target.”
Callie grins. “Right. He’s your future husband. My mistake.”
“And don’t forget it.”
She smirks. “I like that you go after what you want. Even if you do it in a different way than I?—”
“You’re a loose cannon.”
“I’m decisive.”
“You almost had a restraining order against you,” I say, my hands on my hips. “Your first semester at college.”
She waves a hand. “He was dramatic.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re impatient. Irrational. And could have gotten in real trouble if I hadn’t intervened.”
She wrinkles her nose. “And you’re controlling and boring.”
“I’m not boring, Callie. I just... do things differently than you.” I level her with a look. “I’m careful. Patient?—"
