[Violet]
Lucien hadn’t said a word to me since we got home.
He’d locked himself away in one of the rooms upstairs, and I couldn’t even tell if he was sleeping or just lying there in silence. Either way, I was worried—about him, about whatever we were now, and about the one-week deadline.
One week to catch one of the doppelgängers.
No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn’t see a way to pull it off. I had no plan, no leads, no idea how to even lure one of them out. Using Lucien as bait was the only viable option—they were clearly after him—but how was I supposed to get that message across? It wasn’t like they left a number behind. And even if they did show up, wouldn’t they immediately sense the trap?
I sighed and turned my focus back to dinner. Again.
Cooking had become my defa
