Adrian's POV
"Open up, Violet," I whisper, my hands on my waist as I pace impatiently. Tapping my feet restlessly, I begin to scratch my scalp, my eyes never leaving the door. I haven't seen her for over two weeks, and I'm anxious to see her face, even if it's just for a minute.
Reynold has been quiet the whole time, but I can see the excitement on his face, his gaze fixed on the door handle.
The handle moves down slowly, the door swings open, and our eyes meet. Violet is dressed in a light blue dress that flows down to her ankles, a white sweater covering her arms and shoulders, her hair flowing freely down her back. She isn’t hurt.
A big wave of relief washes over me, and I let out a sigh. She's safe and alive after all.
"Thank goodness you're okay," I say, but the moment the words
