A fist connected with Violet’s face but the pain was like a faint echo of the real thing. Shade winched in pain and cursed. Clearly their full strength had been behind that punch but it had felt more like a light tap.
“What are you made of?” Shade asked.
“I wish I could tell you.” Violet said.
“It’s not fair.” Shade said. “Can’t even have the satisfaction of hitting you.” Shade sighed. “Guess it’s time to head back.”
“Just like that? We’re just suddenly done with this?” Violet asked.
“Yes.” Shade said.
Violet stepped closer to Shade.
“Like you’re so much better.” Violet said. “As if you’d handle my circumstances any better. I didn’t ask for any of this.”
She couldn’t even vent out her frustrations like Shade had. Couldn’t risk it and they were the one complaining that this
