Every single emotion Violet had previous felt all escaped her body, getting replaced with nothing but fear. Intense fear.
She stared at Yana in horror, watching every single one of her greatest fears come true. She had caught them. She had been exposed. Every single one of their plan had failed terribly.
Yana locked gazes with her, the frown of her face deepening. Though she had never been one to smile, Violet couldn’t deny it had to be the coldest she had seen her look.
There was murder and her eyes and anger evident in her whole veins. She could almost watch her blood boil anger as she finally shifted her gaze from her to Luciano, pulling the trigger of both the simultaneously.
“Yana,” Violet immediately breathed out, the fear evident in her voice. “Please calm down. I can-“
“Stop,”
