Violet’s POV
I was pacing the guest bedroom that had been our home for nine days. I knew I was pacing, but I couldn’t stop doing it.
“You’re going to wear holes in your cousin’s carpet,” Theo chided.
I kept pacing.
A knock sounded on our bedroom door. I glanced at my husband as he finished buttoning his shirt to make sure he was decent before I invited in the knocker. Once I did, Marcy came in, leaning against the doorframe.
She said nothing.
I raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “Yes?”
Marcy crossed her arms across her chest. “Oh, I’m just here to talk you out of not going to this party.”
It was our last full day in Henosis, and Marcy had somehow managed to organize a giant, all-day get together with all the Braverns and Fairweathers, going so far as finding accommodations fo
