VioletI stayed up half the night thinking about what happened between Hael and me.Both the kiss, which was mind-blowing in the absolute worst of ways, and the door incident were still fresh on my mind when the sun rose, and a light knock disturbed what little sleep I’d managed. Luckily, I was more than used to running on fumes. I had plenty of practice with working on little sleep when I started at Jeb’s.This wasn’t the first time I’d dealt with a bully, but never had I met one that actually wanted to kill me. Not only that, but my body was indescribably attracted to him, and it was that attraction that dulled the warning bells in my head that should’ve been going off full force.In the midst of the storm raging in my head, I was firmly lodged somewhere between numb and downright angry.Instantly, I knew it wasn’t Hael at my bedroom door. There was no way he’d knock that gently. No, Hael would punish the expensive wood with his meaty fist and use that venomous voice of his to deman
VioletWhen Cole pulled into the drop-off area, I practically threw myself from the car. Shouting a hasty ‘see ya’ over my shoulder, I charged down the floral lined path and towards the front doors which were propped open for this morning’s rush of students.I could hear Cole shout something, but his voice was swallowed by the thrum of chattering students, many of which were talking about me since they’d seen me exit his car. After thwarting Roselle’s line of questions and leaving her to conjure up whatever scenario she wanted, I met with Olive before our first class.We crept around the halls, undoubtedly avoiding Blaze, as we whispered about what went down last night. Olive had heard from many others that I was spotted being dragged out of the party by none other than Hael. As it happens with rumors, there were varying accounts of what people say they saw.“Did he really drag you out by your hair?” Olive hissed quietly, narrowing her eyes, and snarling at a group of girls who slowed
VioletThe moment I stepped into the Dining Hall, I ignored the mouthwatering scent of pasta, garlic, and pesto, and scoured the room for Olive.After ten minutes, I was forced to wait in line and get some food. I sat at our table, my leg bouncing and foot tapping from the sense of nervousness unfurling in my stomach. Another ten minutes passed, and I knew she wasn’t going to show. I’d been picking haphazardly at my food, no longer having an appetite, when I spotted Holden’s warm smile and sparkling eyes.Holden was wearing a stark white polo with the school’s crest embroidered on the front, along with a pair of dark slacks. The slim fitting t-shirt clung to his athletic form, highlighting his narrow waist and muscular arms.He placed his tray on the table beside mine. “Hey, Violet! Just the she-wolf I was looking for. Mind if I sit with you? No worries, it’ll take more than some stern words to scare me off.”“Sure, I don’t mind.” I replied, a bit breathless over the fact that he was
VioletIt was Hael that had grabbed me, snatching me mid-run as though I were the same weight as a football, but there was something off about him.There was pure murder glittering in his charcoal eyes. That I could spot from a mile away, but that wasn’t all I noticed. Like an ebony fire whose flames thrashed and danced to a thunderous beat, there was a dark glow deep within their furthest reaches. When paired with the heavy breaths that left his lips and the way his chest moved rapidly, I could’ve sworn—No, I had to be imaging things. Just like I imagined that moment at Holden’s party, when Hael threw me over his shoulder and carried me from the water. I had unintentionally kicked him in the balls, and in doing so thought I felt his groin stiffen and twitch. It couldn’t be, though. I had already convinced myself of that last night after lingering on the thought for far too long. With how much Hael hated me, there was no way he could actually want me in that way. It was my mind, fil
Violet I don’t remember walking through the rest of the garden or searching the parking lot for Olive’s Porsche. I couldn’t recall the faces I’d passed or the harsh things they whispered. Their words floated above my head, circling my ears but unable to break through, weaving in and out of my hair until they faded under the golden afternoon sunlight. Somehow, I managed to find Olive’s car, slumping against the side as what happened replayed in my head like a movie—one where I was the star. What I did remember was the first thing I said to Olive when she found me, practically dry heaving against the driver’s side of her car. “What did he do?” She demanded; her smoky eyes lined in dark coal narrowing. Olive didn’t need a name; she was too observant for that. I was an onlooker trapped within my own body as she toted me to the passenger side and helped me in. Once she slid into the driver’s seat, and the engine roared to life, she turned to face me. “All of my pills—all of them.” I
VioletAfter dinner I had a short conversation with Elijah and Sylvia over beignets. Of course, Sylvia didn’t dare touch the powdered sugar covered dessert. If only I had the same restraint. Apparently, Sylvia was confident the doctors were ready to begin testing pack members for the rogue gene, and she wanted to know if I’d be interested in participating. Only a select few clinics would begin testing, but she thought it might ease my mind to know for sure if I had the rogue gene or not. Elijah had reassured her how confident he was that I didn’t have the gene, but I accepted, nonetheless. Right after, I hopped back into Olive’s Porsche and we took off down the road, venturing to another illustrious looking neighborhood, though this one was a bit smaller. The place Olive called home was what the people in town would call a ‘mini-mansion,’ though it lacked the same cold and unbreakable feel Sylvia’s castle had. I caught only a glimpse of the inside, but there were a plethora of war
VioletI didn’t have to worry about sneaking downstairs to toy with the locks that night, because by the time Olive dropped me off, everyone in the house had gone to sleep. Hours prior, I had sent Elijah a text message letting him know I wouldn’t be home until late, but he actually didn’t mind. I think he was elated to see me doing normal young adult things, rather than spending my afternoons baking by my lonesome, waiting for him to get home from work. To keep up pretenses, we had to stop by Olive’s house to grab her plum-colored Porsche, but I didn’t mind the delay. When I sank into bed late that night, a pleasant exhaustion settled over my shoulders and carried me into oblivion.It wasn’t the best sleep I’d ever gotten, but it was also a far cry from the worst. There was minimal tossing and turning with a hint of night chills, both of which were forgotten when I slipped out of bed that morning. Typically, I’d take two of my four pills at night. To say I felt different was an un
Violet Halfway through lunch, I caught a glimpse of golden hair and baby blue eyes and felt my heart jump in my chest. Holden had just emerged from the line, a tray stacked with fruits and fire-grilled meats in his hand. There was a tug in my gut, bringing on an ache that didn’t exactly feel physical in nature. It drew my attention away from Holden to the other side of the lunchroom, where Hael sat glowering at the golden-haired football player. Holden’s shoulders slumped and he turned around, walking to a table full of his friends, and taking a seat. ‘That prick. Holden was going to sit with us!’ Lacey growled. ‘I take back what I said before, I can’t fucking stand the bad ones. I’ll take a boring jock any day.’I tried to catch Holden’s eye all throughout lunch but couldn’t manage to get anything more than a second long glance. It wasn’t until my last class that I got to talk to him. We’d gone to the Media Center for the remainder of class, so that everyone could get the chance