Violet POV
We were all at the crime scene-Adrian, Mason, Reynold, and me. Well, I hadn't intended to get out of bed... but a part of me felt like I needed to be there. Aria felt that too. We needed to be there.
"The Heir must die?" The words keep echoing in my head. Am I that heir? Where's all this going? I'm trying to place all these pieces together, to unravel this mystery.
Staring at the victimized body, my own body suddenly goes pale. My hands are clammy, shaking. I mean, this is the first time I've seen a dead person. The body is brutalized in an unnatural way-deep claw marks, but no blood, as if something drained the victim dry.
I run a weary hand through my hair as I observe each feature of the mark engraved so deeply on the skin.
My stomach churns with fury. Aria's growl come
