The Girl with the Violet Eyes
Crystal appears behind me in the mirror.
“Damn.”
I turn toward her.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Aria, if we don’t leave right now, we’re going to spend the entire night hiding bodies.”
I laugh despite myself.
And for the first time all day, the pressure in my chest loosens. Maybe a party isn’t such a terrible idea after all.
We arrive at the house shortly after ten.
Except house isn’t exactly the right word.
Mansion seems more accurate. The Fae House rises from the darkness like something from another world, all pale stone, enormous windows, and ivy that glows faintly silver beneath the moonlight. Music pounds through the walls before we even reach the entrance.