Chapter 121

Hael’s P.O.V.

We got back to the house around two in the morning. The drive was tense, filled with an awkward silence that both Olive and Cole tried to fill.

Since Mykelle had taken her own car, I was able to sit in the back with Violet in an attempt to coax her out of her head.

It had been many years since I’d felt the full force of shock, but the memory was still clear in my mind. The best thing to do was evoke some other emotion—direct them on a different course than the one that made them spiral.

Redirection, hydration, and sugar—lots of sugar.

Mykelle clearly didn’t get the memo that she wasn’t wanted here, because she met us back at my mother’s estate and followed us into the house.

After plying Violet with a few peanut butter cups and questioning her about her sudden friendship with Mykelle—a friendship I knew was nonexistent—I managed to pull her from her head.

She had wrinkled her nose at me, scowling as she said, “…what on earth makes you think Mykelle and I are friends?”

Ev