[Violet]
The day of the party arrived, and ‘nervous’ didn’t even begin to cover it. A few days ago, the dark witch had briefly stopped by to collect samples—blood and tears. She’d promised that when she returned with her colleague, we’d finally have answers. I’d finally know what I was.
Lucien’s request that I choose silence over lies had been oddly comforting. He didn’t demand truths I wasn’t ready to give. Still, I'd hesitated to mention my sister—in case his memories returned too soon, in case he tried to use her against me in the future.
But I wanted to save her. I needed to. And I couldn’t do it alone.
I hadn’t seen Fenrick since that day. He and Lucien might be half-brothers, but they couldn’t be more different. Both were tall and irritatingly attractive, sure, but that’s where t
