Violet Midnight's POV (continued)
The sun blazed overhead as I stalked toward the edge of the training grounds, fury knotting in my chest like a second heartbeat. Students were already scattering into their assigned sectors, nervous energy crackling through the air like static before a storm. They avoided my gaze, unsure whether to fear me or follow me. I wasn’t sure either.
"Enforcer," they’d said. Like it was a promotion. Like it wasn’t just another leash with a sharper chain.
Pierce caught up to me before I reached the boundary line.
“We need to talk,” he said quietly, voice low enough to drown beneath the clamor.
I didn’t stop walking.
“What’s there to say? Your father pulled the strings. Now we dance.”
Pierce reached out, grabbing my wrist—gently, but firm enough to make me hal
