Violet’s POV
Theodore and I scrambled to separate from each other as Eva’s steps thundered closer. Being found in nothing but towels wouldn’t particularly help craft the illusion I was aiming for, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
By the time Eva flung open the bathroom door, I managed to be sitting on the closed toilet lid on the complete opposite side of the bathroom from where Theodore leaned against a linen closet. I gazed at him pleadingly, still waiting for his answer as to whether or not he would play along with me, even though it would be a painful path ahead. His returning look was full of despair.
I quickly assessed how best to school my expression in front of Eva, but one look at her told me I didn’t need to. She looked between us, her stony face softening in d
