PRESENT DAY•••
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[Lucien]
Violet spent the better part of the next day tracing the map of her old pack's compound on the back of a sheet of paper. She'd described the layout three times, cross-referenced it with the number of guards she remembered, and even listed their ranks where she could.
It should've comforted me. But it didn't fully alleviate my worries.
I asked her twice why we were rushing it.
Each time, she just said: "She's not safe anymore."
No explanation. No detail. Nothing about what happened in Dorian's study or why her heart had been racing since the day before—like she was afraid of something. Like she was afraid of me.
Maybe she just didn't trust me with the whole truth yet. Maybe she didn't want me going back to cause a ruckus by threatening them even
