Violet made sure to finish her juice entirely before setting the glass down on the tray. She watched from the corner of her eye as Alaric did the same, draining his glass and placing it beside hers.
Then Violet turned to Lila, whose heated gaze hadn't lessened one bit, and said, "See, he took it? Now could you give us some privacy?" She was practically begging at this point.
With a self-satisfied huff, Lila walked over and carried the tray with more force than necessary, her tantrum evident as she left without a care, slamming the door shut behind her.
Once the door was shut, Alaric turned to her and said, "How do you even deal with her?"
"Lila is very nice. Moreover, she's this way towards you. All of them are. You really hurt me, Alaric."
At once, the guilt returned, and Alaric said with his head lowered in shame, "I know, and I'm sorry. It would never happen again. I swore it upon my life." He said it with such conviction it made Violet's chest tighten with emotion.
