{Violet’s POV}
Liam had strolled out of the room, leaving a tense air behind and Jackson had grown tired of staring at the mugs so he decided to go home.
Liam didn’t seem like he would be coming out of his room anytime soon so I had been the one to escort Jackson down to the ground floor to the Parking lot.
“You’re sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer?” I asked him for the fifth time. “The Lodge could use your presence.”
“You managed to mess everything up just after I warned you not to,” Jackson said as we strolled toward his car.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m telling you not to rush into conclusions about Liam. Don’t judge him without knowing the full length of the story. Liam’s not a robot. You hurt him.”
“What effect would my words have on him? That was just him ignoring
