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Chapter 92

Violet’s P.O.V.

Holy shit.

What just happened? What did I do?

The answers were right in front of my face, but my stomach wouldn’t let me look. A numbness settled over my body, blurring the images that flooded my head rapid fire. If I tried, I could easily convince myself the puddle of crimson wasn’t blood but strawberry syrup from the last daiquiri I made.

This isn’t happening. It can’t be. It just can’t be.

I turned away, inching towards the water spigot. My legs moved on their own, not needing instruction. It was as though my body knew my brain was unreachable and was going through the motions that would keep me safe—and sane.

Nothing, however, could erase the memory of what I’d done—and of what I agreed to do.

Yes.

I could hear that word above the roar of icy water that rained down on my hands, washing red, red, red, from the surface of my skin. Porcelain was left behind, but I could still see the stain of where it had been—of where it always would be. Next was my face, which I scr
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Witty_Red
Who bartends when violet isn’t there
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Adrian Michelle
Is she crazy?! Why is she taking drinks from strange men?! C’mon now!
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Bridget
Hael is going to need to haul another body when he finds out what Lorenzo just did. Besides, didn’t Golden boy try to spike her drink too at the ball.
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