Violet
I stared at him for a while again, just a few fleeting seconds to assess what he thought about me in this dress.
It felt like having his opinion would matter because he belonged to this crazy family after all. He wasn’t wearing a tuxedo or a long coat from the last century either.
And his tattoos did poke out from under his sleeves and the topmost open button of his shirt. He hadn’t bothered to stick to the dress code if there was one.
I almost felt the need to run back to my room and change into something more comfortable. But I had already slipped my hand in his.
We started walking down the corridor and I was acutely aware of the way my arm rested on his after linking it.
The touch was gentle and barely there yet I recalled the way he had held me through the flight as I sobb
