VIOLET’S POV
Zoey’s bag hit her stomach with a soft thud as I shoved it into her hands.
Her eyes widened.
“Vio… what the hell?!”
“Go,” I hissed under my breath. “You’re leaving. For real this time.”
She blinked fast, confused.
“Why?”
“Why?” My voice cracked. “Because you brought that up, Zoey. The jewellery. The ones the Queen gave our mother.”
I didn’t know I was crying until a tear warmed my lip.
Zoey’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh.”
She looked down, suddenly quiet.
“A lot happened today… way too much. I put you in trouble. Then I saved you. Then I put you in trouble again.”
She sniffed, trying to smile but failing.
“But what scares me most… is how you would’ve survived a day like this if I wasn’t here.”
My breath punched out of me.
Zoey threw her arms around me, hugging tigh
