[Violet]
He closed the distance between us in one move, pulling me into a tight embrace.
I froze.
His arms wrapped around me like some sort of goodbye or hello—I couldn't be sure. But there was undeniably something wrong with him.
"Fenrick?" I whispered, stiff in his grasp. "Are you okay?"
His chest heaved against mine. Instead of an answer, he lowered his face—his nose brushing my hairline, my temple, the crook of my neck.
He was sniffing me.
I flinched. My whole body itched to recoil, but I stayed still. His grip wasn't violent. In fact, I couldn't sense even the slightest bit of murderous intent on his part. It was almost warm.
But this wasn't Fenrick. This was the double.
Or worse—maybe it had always been.
He pulled back slightly, hands moving to my face. Fingers tapped over
