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It was only in the gardens did Violet feel a semblance of normal. Sitting on a small cement bench, surrounded by flowers, Violet began to eat. The sun was hot and bright, reminding her of home. Unable to stop herself, she wondered what she’d be doing if none of this had happened. Violet would probably in the pool or sunbathing since all her friends were in Europe. Liliane would still be insisting she join them after her birthday.

Then he kept her weak soul in a box to rot. That same night, he'd brought in another play thing to ignite the new found energy inside of him. By forcing them into the hot playground, he crafted the energy and made it his. Sucking all the playthings energy to make it his own. Violet was shaking now. Angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Her skin broke with cold sweat and she let out a loud piercing scream and something in her chest clicked. Ice exploded out of her chest and covered the entire garden with ice. She opened her eyes and squinted at how bright the sun was. She felt light-headed so she laid on the ground and closed her eyes.

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.” THE END BOOK 2 COMING SOON!!!

AUTHOR’S POV Sunlight gently kissed Violet's face, and as she aroused, she felt something in her right hand. Her fingers closed around it, recognizing the texture of paper. Clutched in her hand was a letter, bearing the unmistakable scent of grapefruit, which she knew was Ezra's. She held it close and sat up in the bed.

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My hands trembled at my sides as my mind screamed that this was impossible. Dead people don’t stand in gardens correcting children about chocolate. “You–” My voice failed me. I swallowed hard and tried again. “You’re… you look like someone I knew.” She studied me carefully, the way one looks at a stranger who has crossed a line without meaning to. Theres was no recognition sparked in her eyes not even pain and memories clawing their way back at me. “I’m Violet,” she said gently. “You must be mistaken.” Violet. The name felt wrong in my mouth. Its like like calling the moon by another name and expecting it to answer.

“All right, then, be quick. We have a lot of work to do.” Violet went outside to check out the new garden in front of the mansion while she waited for Anne to arrive. Looking at how the flowers were blooming reminded her of another aspect of her life: relationships. She quickly dismissed it because her car arrived at that precise moment, carrying Anne. She helped herself and sat comfortably in the limo as it drove away. She was proud and happy with what she had accomplished over the years. She was distracted by the trees and cars when she heard Anne say that they had arrived at the mall.

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

“It’s lifted almost word-for-word from a novel: The Garden of Violets.” Dorian leaned in. “Never heard of it.” “You wouldn’t have,” Penelope said. “It was private print only. Circulated inside elite salons. All female authors, all anonymous. Velvet kept it behind the bar like a token of taste.” “So it’s a codebook,” Isolde said. “Cultural encryption.” “Exactly.” Penelope lifted her laptop and typed fast, fingers gliding. “And there’s more. Vivienne mentioned Violette by name, not a place, not a symbol. A person. And she’s not on any of the Red List files. Which means ”

Violet I don’t remember walking through the rest of the garden or searching the parking lot for Olive’s Porsche. I couldn’t recall the faces I’d passed or the harsh things they whispered. Their words floated above my head, circling my ears but unable to break through, weaving in and out of my hair until they faded under the golden afternoon sunlight. Somehow, I managed to find Olive’s car, slumping against the side as what happened replayed in my head like a movie—one where I was the star.