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I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

She started beating herself up and just then Zoey's phone started to ring. Jay called his twin and asked how she could do that to me. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Violet made her move once she found someone to take the girls in. Jay headed over to his mothers immediately after the phone call. Seeing Jay had just arrived Violet left to go to the treehouse and retrieve her book. However once she got there she had trouble finding her book seeming how it was not where she left it. Hope seemed completely lost in her life and for her finding her book. Jay knowing how important this book was to her put it up in a box in his room for her. She finally looked in his closet and found a box with h

Gail ran her fingers over the leather bound spines of the books. None of the golden embossed titles called to her as books that might help her break Joel’s curse. Residual anger still stewed deep in her stomach as she remembered her conversation with Aunt Rose. After all this time, only now did Gail discover her aunt had a small library filled with books about magic.

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I said. “Excuse me?” He looked at me as if he didn’t hear me. “My name…it’s Violet. You can call me Violet. I’m not Luna, and I don’t deserve the title…so, just call me Violet,” I smiled with kindness radiating from my eyes. I was hoping it would comfort him and set him at ease a bit. Boston looked surprised but nodded his head, “Okay, Violet. What kind of things do you like to read?” “I like to read all kinds of things! I want to study to become a writer. I figure it’s something I can do from anywhere, and I really enjoy the research and investigation side of it,” I beamed.

Violet Hathaway Hathaway Residence hours before Today is Annabel's birthday, my 2 year old little sister. She looks a lot like me, everyone says so. Annabel is white, with black hair and blue eyes. She's like I was when she was little, except for her eye color, mine are black. My name is Violet and I am the eldest of the twins. My identical twin is named Sarah, but she's been living in another city since Mom found out she was pregnant with Anna.

She flipped the page and continued. To get through the entire book took Violet nearly an hour, but when she was finished Violet had almost six people she definitely recognized, and another five that might have been the warehouse. Violet went back to the alpha’s private office and left the list of people on his desk. Feeling that they were finally making progress to finding justice for her parents, Violet practically hopped down the staircase. She had just reached the bottom when she noticed Stephanie walking up to her. “Good morning, Violet, or well, I guess what is left of it,” Stephanie said as soon as she reached her.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

Candles flickered. No Kaida. "Are they here?" He hissed as the tattoo seared, sending agony up his arm. A return text from Tristan pinged Brady's phone. At the store with the girls. Violet lifted her extravagantly penciled eyebrows and pointed to the back room. Bracelets jingled and clattered from her wrist. "Three Meaths in one afternoon. There's a bad omen." Her voice rasped like a three-pack-a-day habit. "Go on. They're expecting you."

Violet must have seen the flicker of hesitation in my expression, because her smirk widened ever so slightly. "Oh, Reigna," she sighed, as if she truly pitied me. "I know how overwhelming it is, being with someone like Carlisle. It’s intoxicating at first, but eventually, you realize you’re just another piece in his well-crafted life. And when that happens… well, I suppose I don’t have to tell you how quickly he lets go." I clenched my teeth, refusing to let her words sink in. Violet took another slow sip of her champagne, tilting her head as if studying me. Then, just before she turned away, she casually murmured, “Oh. Before I forget… tell your sister I said hello.”