Violet
My heart started to hammer.
“I don’t want whatever game this is,” I said. “I’m leaving Ironcrest after the wedding. In fact, I never wanted to come here. I planned to leave today as well.”
“Did you now?” she murmured.
Her eyes glinted with that sharp tone of judgment.
“You’ve already stayed longer than you intended. You’ve already touched things you shouldn’t have. Formed attachments you don’t want to admit to yourself.”
My stomach dropped at that last line.
“I’m not trying to seduce your son,” I said sharply, etiquette be damned.
“Oh, child.” Her smile returned, slow and cold. “You don’t have to try. He has already been looking at you as if you are a question he cannot stop asking.”
My face burned. Just how much had she observed us? Did she also notice the tension between
