From the corner of my eye, I see Chaos glaring at me. He looks angry, but he stays quiet, watching his son to see what decision he’ll make. Violet told me Devil got mad at his father before when he tried to play President again. Devil makes the decisions—not his father.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Devil asks after a moment. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking what the hell is that supposed to mean?
He shakes his head. “When she wakes up, I want answers. If I don’t get them, I want you out. Both you and Violet.”
I’m a little shocked. Was he faking that worried look before? Probably. You can’t trust anyone these days—not even family.
Without answering him, I focus on Violet. I hate him for playing her this way. He’s using his power to get what he wants. I hate people like that.
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