Violetta
"You must have s**t your pants when Ferrara separated from you in Wisteria Woods," I said to Bridget while I perched on a ridiculous pink rock. She and Dean were actually digging with shovels. I had no idea what they were digging for, but if it was my grave, I wasn't about to just jump into it.
"You have no idea," Bridget growled. "But even the Darkwyn witches couldn't see what we had planned."
"Which would be?"
"Stop talking to her," Dean snapped. "And dig. The others will have figured out you lied to them. I told you to kill them, not send them away."
"How was I supposed to kill five guards? I didn't know Ferrara would care so much about her," Bridget grumbled and returned to her digging.
"Really? Or maybe you just didn't want to kill your friends. You liked Finn, didn't y
