Chapter 8The first thing Violet felt that morning was her pillow moving beneath her. Drowsy, her eyes creaked open just as Mei carefully left their bed roll, trying to disturb Violet as little as possible. A figure—Violet could only assume it was Linus—stood at the edge of camp. Mei approached him and the two spoke in hushed voices. The longer they talked, the more awake Violet became, and the more she remembered from the night before.
Violet rolled away from the scene, staring instead at the dusty plains beyond their little campsite. The ache of Linus’s anger was still there, weighing heavy on her heart. That, coupled with the hopelessness of no alternative to taking life, and Violet didn’t feel the need to get out of bed that day.
Footsteps approached from behind. Violet kept her eyes
