Violet POV
Exasperated. Stunned. Flabbergasted.
That was the exact look Emily shot me the moment her gaze locked onto mine.
Oh, lest I forget-I wasn't in my Sophia Crane camouflage anymore. I was standing here in my full f*****g glory as Violet.
Her lips parted, the color visibly draining from her face. "You're... not dead?" she stuttered, barely blinking as if I were a ghost from her past.
The f*****g b***h. She didn't even bother hiding it. The sheer audacity-practically screaming how much she wished I were six feet under.
I tilted my head, giving her my best unimpressed look. "Dead?" I let the word roll off my tongue lazily, dragging out the moment just to watch her seethe. Then, with a slow, knowing smirk, I added, "You'd love that, wouldn't you?"
Emily's throat bobbed as
