Violet
Before we even reached the exit, he shifted me slightly in his arms, as if I weighed nothing. With one hand holding me, the other slid out of his tailored jacket.
I blinked up at him, confused. “What are you—?” I started but before I could finish, he draped it over my head.
The heavy fabric fell around me, his scent filled my nose instantly. Whatever words I’d been about to say vanished on my tongue. My lips parted, but nothing came out.
He leaned in, lips grazing my ear, his voice a low command. “Be patient, princess. It’s for your own good.”
I bit my lip, hard, holding back the thousand things I wanted to say.
The doors opened.
Flashes of light went off instantly as cameras snapped him. Even through the fabric draped over me, the brightness burned my eyes, forcing them shut
