"This is seriously not the time, Alaric." Violet said firmly, shoving past him, desperate to find Elsie. They would talk about their relationship issues later.
But just as she took a step, his next words shattered her.
"Is that what you learned from your mother?"
She froze.
A violent crack split through Violet's chest, as if her very soul had been struck. Her breath hitched and the air around her suddenly became suffocating.
With her ears ringing, Violet turned back to him slowly, her eyes wide with disbelief. Alaric? Her Alaric? Of all people, she never thought he'd be the one to twist the knife in such a cruel way.
Her gaze went to the sea of students, their hungry stares locked onto the scene, devouring her pain like a meal laid at a grand feast.
Alaric has thrown her into the center of a storm she didn't ask for, her secrets unraveling in the eyes of a ravenous crowd.
