Violet Forsythe has been through hell.
Her entire family is dead, her daywalker best friend hates her guts, and her vampire boyfriend is giving her the silent treatment all the way from Italy.
But Violet is anything but a quitter, and she has a few...
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"Spill," Jane said sternly.
"Spill what?" I replied smoothly as I assessed myself in the full length mirror in the bedroom of the apartment.
It was half past seven and Jane had blatantly kicked the guys out of the apartment while she helped me into my uniform.
Initially, I was confused by why she felt like, One, she needed to help me put my clothes on and, two, we needed the whole apartment to ourselves to do so.
It wasn't until she began hounding me with questions that I understood why she was so set on getting me alone.
"Don't play dumb with me. Why is Demetri mad at you?"
"How do you know that I'm not the one who's upset with him?" I asked, stubbornly avoiding her question.
Jane gave me an impatient look.
"We got in a fight," I said begrudgingly as I sank onto the bed next to her. We were both dressed in our coven uniforms, her's being a pitch black tea length dress and mine being a snow white mini dress, both with gold detailing. "But I don't want to talk about it," I insisted.
"That can't possibly be true. You love to talk," Jane said.
"Well, running my mouth is kind of what got me in the dog house in the first place."
"How so?" Jane inquired.
My compulsive need to run my mouth to Jane kicked in and I briefly ran through the conversations. I tried to skimp on some of the more incriminating details, but there was only so much I could do without making the story incomprehensible.
Recounting the whole story out loud to a third party made me cringe. It felt nice to get it off my chest, but it also made me realize how crazy and petty I sounded.
"I mean, I know I shouldn't have called him names, that was super low of me, but I was so pissed! How could he defend her?" I huffed.
"They've known each other for a long time," Jane pointed out neutrally. "And technically you and Demetri aren't a couple."
"No, we technically are a couple," I corrected her.
"Oh, my God. Does it matter?" Jane demanded.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"What brought all of this on, anyway?" she prodded.
I cast a guilty look at Jane. "Eh heheh" I giggled sheepishly.
Jane raised her eyebrows at me and waiting me for to continue.
"I was eavesdropping on your conversation with Alec the other night," I admitted. "I didn't like what I heard and it kinda went to my head."
"Wow," Jane said, narrowing her eyes at me. "For a moment there I almost felt bad for you. You brought all of this on yourself."
"You don't think I know that already?" I asked incredulously. "It's just— you guys seemed so sure that Demetri was being shady. It's not like you were talking to me, so I figured you two were being honest."
"You can be honest without being correct, you bonehead," Jane chastised me. "My brother is completely out of the loop about what's going on around here, and I was only playing along with him in order to cover your ass. Which you still owe me for, by the way."
"Yeah, well as it turns out, you were both wrong about Demetri. He isn't using me for my body. Clearly. He hasn't even tried to touch me!"
"Have you tried asking him to touch you? Because you have an uncanny way of looking at everyone as if they just kicked your dog."
"So not the point," I glared. "And he's not taking advantage of my naivete either. He doesn't think I'm some sweet, innocent little lamb. He thinks I'm a lying, manipulative she-demon, apparently."
Jane barked out a laugh at that one.
"I'm not joking!" I complained.
"I know you're not," she snickered.
"Anyway, now he officially hates me," I pouted.
"Understandably, Vi. You were being a grade A bitch," she replied bluntly.
I squinted and wrinkled my nose at her.
"I'm lost now, though," Jane continued. "Why has he been pursuing you if it hasn't been for the reasons I initially suspected?"
"He hasn't been pursuing me," I said flatly.
"He's not the type to run around avenging other people out of the goodness of his heart."
"I don't know. He's probably just bored. He thinks I'm a total clown," I said dismally.
"Hmm," Jane hummed pensively.
"Keep your little theories to yourself," I said sharply. "I'm done listening to you."
"I think I might just ask him," Jane grinned.
"Don't you dare!" I protested.
"Okay, then you ask," she challenged. "If you don't, then I will."
"I'm not asking him anything. I'm never talking to him again."
"What? Why?" Jane laughed.
"Hello! Have you been listening? He hates me and he thinks I'm a total loser!"
"You don't know that," she pointed out. "That's one of your many, many, manymanymany problems. You keep assuming you know what he's thinking."
"Oh-kaaaaay," I grimaced. Her delivery was irritating, but unfortunately she wasn't wrong.
Jane looked at me expectantly.
"I'll talk to him," I sighed. "But I'm not going to like it."
"Good," Jane said, smiling smugly. "And don't forget any details. I want to know everything he has to say."
