Violet
“Yes,” I clarified.
“Who escaped?” Dylan asked.
“I wish I could tell you, but I don’t know,” I replied.
Aelius wouldn’t tell me, and I’m sure he has his reasons for that.
“Wow, Violet,” Trinity spoke, in awe. “So you’re a child of blood, a highborn witch… and a princess?”
“I wanted to tell you both because you’re important to me,” I said quietly. “I’ve been holding all of this in for so long, and I kept thinking… what if it pushes you away?”
“Pushes me away?” Trinity spat, offended.
I let out a nervous laugh. “Honestly, I thought your reactions would be worse.”
My eyes flickered toward Dylan. “Especially yours… now that I’m not a Hastings anymore.”
“Not a Hastings anymore?” Dylan chuckled softly. He leaned forward. “Violet, you will always be a Hastings,” he said. “And you
