Scarlett
Violet’s voice cuts through the silence like it’s been waiting days to snap.
“You’re getting obsessed with that stone.”
I look up from it slowly, the warmth of it still pulsing in my palm like a second heartbeat. It feels like the only thing that has stayed consistent. The only thing that still smells faintly like him.
But Violet’s not done.
“Cassian is injured. There are bruises everywhere on his body, blood, broken bones in hiding, and you haven’t asked him if he is okay once. You’re supposed to be his friend, or at least pretend to be, but instead you’re curled around a glowing rock like it’s your emotional support parasite.”
I blink. “I am helping.”
Her eyes flash. “Helping? That’s rich! You haven’t spoken to anyone since the creatures kneeled! You just sit there like t
