“I’m here,” he said, gently releasing his grip on me.
“I know.”
The sound of a buzz filled the room—a phone I think. Seconds later, I recognized the clicks of Kylan typing.
“Who is that?” I asked, trying not to sound too nosy, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Dylan,” Kylan replied. “He and your friend are worried and want to know if I found you.”
Panic hit my chest.
My eyes were rare, precious, and I couldn’t trust anyone—just like Adelaide couldn’t trust anyone.
“You can’t tell them,” I said quickly. “I need to sleep it off, and then—“
“Violet,” Kylan interrupted, gently but firm. “I need to get you help.”
“No, you don’t,” I breathed, annoyed. “I just need to sleep it off, and tomorrow I will see again.”
“How do you know that?”
I swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the tub. “I jus
