*Violet's POV*I knock on Lucas’s front door and he opens it with a giant smile on his face and then hugs me.“Happy Birthday!” I say hugging him back. “Thank you! Come in, come in!”He guides me through the front door and I see that his house is equally as extravagant as Harper’s. “So, lunch with your mom, huh? What was that all about?”“Ugh, don’t even get me started. Mom wanted a girls morning so we went out to get our nails done and then for lunch like we used to do when I was little which was super nice so I agreed and then we got to lunch and guess who was there?”“One: let me see the nails, Two: Who?!”I hold my hand out and he gasps. “Okay, these are incredible. Now tell me who was at lunch!”“Christine and Shannon.”“Oh no. I mean that’s not a surprise but that’s very unfortu

*Violet's POV*After Lucas tells Mitch to fuck off I thank him and then say, “God that guys gives me the creeps.”“Yeah, he’s a sleaze bag.” I then see him looking at something behind me. “It looks like you might not have to worry about him anymore though.” I crane my neck and see Kane heading straight for Mitch through the crowd.“Uh oh,” I say and then move to go stop whatever is about to happen but Lucas holds me back and says, “No, no, let’s see what happens.” We all watch not-so-subtly as Kane steps in front of Mitch with his features set in a sinister glare and says a few words before Mitch puts his hands up in surrender and then just keeps walking. “Well that was anti-climactic,” Lucas says and we continue dancing before Kane can see us staring. “I wonder what he said to him,” I muse out loud. “Probably told him to b

*Violet's POV*It takes me several seconds to process his words.“Wh- Why? Why is he not in jail? We need to go to the police!” I realize he’s never actually mentioned his mother before. I didn’t even think to ask about her. “No! We cannot go to the police!” he yells at me, panic lacing his tone.“Why not?! You witnessed him murder someone!”“Because, Violet, it’s a lot more complicated than that! You don’t understand.”“Then help me understand. Because from where I’m sitting, it looks an awful lot like you’re helping your father cover up his murders,” I say to him and instantly regret my words. “Don’t you dare accuse me of helping that man,” he says. His voice is so cold, a shiver runs down my spine.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I-”“I know. You’re confused, and tha

*Violet's POV*We cut our game short because people begin showing up and Stella excuses herself to the kitchen to make another drink. I follow her and I don’t have to look to know that Kane is following right behind me. When we get there I lean against the counter facing her and say, “Wanna tell me what just happened with Cole?”“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” she says but she’s clearly lying.“Nuh uh, nope. Don’t try that with me.”“Fine. I think he’s super hot and he intimidates me a little, okay?”“A little?” I say with a smirk and she glares at me. “Joking! Geez. But seriously, why does he intimidate you? I feel like nothing intimidates you.”“I dunno, he’s just like a fourth year and president of Alpha Psi and he’s so, you know…I guess I just feel like he’s out of my league.”

*Violet's POV*The second I walked out the door of Kane’s house this morning, I instantly missed him. This is really becoming problematic. Maybe a night away will do us both some good. Space in a relationship is healthy right?I spend the better part of my day in class trying to convince myself not to text Kane. By the time my last class ends, I pull out my phone, deciding that just one text is fine. I lasted through all of my classes already. When I click on our conversation, I see a new message pop up.Kane: How was your day love?I smile and reply: Fine. I miss you.Kane: I miss you too.I put my phone away and then head up to the dorm room. When I open the door I find Stella sitting at her desk and a pile of chocolate, 2 bottles of vodka and her laptop all ready to go, as promised.She jumps up and says, “Yay! You’re here! You know, I was half expecting Kane to be following behind you.”“It&rsq