[Violet]
The next day looked no different than any other. The sun rose, the world turned, and I sat at the dining table pretending everything was fine.
But inside me, nothing was.
I spent most of my time with Raye and Lucien, to his credit, kept his distance—perhaps finally grasping that I wasn’t speaking to him. Not out of pettiness. Out of fear.
Fear of how long I could keep this up. How long until he realized I wasn’t his wife? A month? A week?
A day?
It was already beginning to unravel.
Fenrick was the only one who knew the truth. The only one who understood what I was, what I wasn’t. That was why we’d been close. How could Lucien have read infidelity into such a situation?
Yes, the kiss had been a mistake—completely ill-timed—but it hadn’t meant what Lucien thought it meant. I
