Chapter 90

VIOLET

The trip organizers rented out one of the conference rooms for breakfast. There’s a congregation of CPU students in the room, spread out across tables, at the buffet line. I ignore them all, though, in my hunt for Willow.

I never ended up texting her last night, and I feel a pang of guilt. It eases slightly, though, when I see her sandwiched between Knox and Amanda.

Grey stops beside me. Hearing that I’ve used a nickname he likes—especially coming from me, I guess—does weird things to me. Good things. Strange things. It’s a step in a direction I wasn’t expecting. Like our truce. Like pretending not to hate each other.

I’m pretty sure I have frostbite on my ass, though.

“Hungry?”

I glance up at him. “A bit.”

He smiles. “Go sit. I’ll grab us something.”

“No, it’s okay.” I head toward the buffet.

He snags my wrist. “Vi.”

“Grey.” I narrow my eyes. “I have a weird relationship with food, okay? Don’t fight me on this.”

He appraises me, understanding lighting his expression. He finall