"Can you let me pass now?" Violet said.
"No," he said. "Not until you tell me what your problem is."
"You are my problem," Violet said. "Now, get out of my way."
Violet pushed past him and fled for the door, but before she left, she turned back.
"I was right about you, Carl Johnson," Violet said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You are a total jerk."
Violet felt much better about Carl ignoring her now that she was ignoring him too. With the wall in their bond so strong between them, she could almost pretend she did not even know anybody called Carl Johnson, and the dull ache in her chest could probably be indigestion from all the pastries that she ate. She sat with Yana and Mark for dinner and had not even looked up at the VIP Gold table once.
Even the next day, when she had to go
