[Violet]
I had barely touched my breakfast. The eggs were rubbery, the toast dry from sitting too long on the plate. Across the dining table, Lucien sat quietly with a fork in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling while he chewed with that subtle frown he wore whenever he was thinking.
I paced the room, holding my phone to my ear. Fenrick's voice came through the speaker.
"I told you," Lucien said mid-bite, not looking up, "you could finish eating before making this call."
I rolled my eyes and ignored him. "Fenrick, you're on speaker."
"Alright," came his tired voice.
I leaned forward, resting my arms over my seat, eyes darting to Raye's creepy drawing on the table. The memory still made my skin crawl. "Last night, Selina dropped a few bombs."
Fenrick murmured. "I'm listeni
