Violet Forsythe has finally found peace.
She successfully escaped a coven of malignant vampires, worked hard to get an education, and has actually managed to pull herself together.
But, as old acquaintances begin to resurface, the life that Violet w...
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I'd finally snapped out of it, whatever it was.
A fit of rage? A newborn temper tantrum?
Demetri let go of me and stepped away, visibly irritated with me.
I was absolutely embarrassed. I'd thrown a big hissy fit in front of Demetri, and I felt like a fool for it. I felt incredibly immature.
Childish.
And there were few things more painful to me at that point than looking childish in front of Demetri.
I forced myself to blink a few times as I pushed through the remainder of the mental fog I'd just snapped out of, and gradually returned to my right mind.
I didn't know what to say for myself; I had no idea what had come over me.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "The twins made me mad."
My explanation was beyond weak and I knew it, but it was all I had.
"You know better than this," Demetri said as he turned to face me. "This behavior is not something that is tolerated in our coven. We have zero tolerance for it. It's dangerous behavior, and its a really great way to line yourself up for execution."
My heart sank as I stood there shamefully. I hated it whenever I made Demetri upset.
"I'm sorry," I said again.
Demetri sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "You've put me in a very bad position. I don't want to hurt you, but you know what I would have had to do if you'd done anything even remotely more detrimental. We're both incredibly lucky that this situation didn't end as poorly as it could have."
"I know."
"I don't ask much of you, Violet. Don't get yourself killed. That's it."
I looked down at the ground and didn't respond. Despite just coming down off of my violent outburst, I felt a scorching flash of anger.
"Are you done?" I asked tartly, looking up at him.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you done scolding me?" I asked.
"I'm just informing you of the magnitude of your poor, impulsive decision to pitch a fit," he said, his voice laced with disbelief. "Acting like a toddler is all fun and games when you're a slow, weak human, but as a newborn, it's just idiotic."
I sighed loudly, blatantly demonstrating my growing agitation.
"What?" Demetri questioned me.
"I'm so sick of everyone chastising me and bossing me around. I'm not a baby, okay? I'm a vampire now. I don't need you to babysit me anymore."
Demetri narrowed his eyes. "You say this as if I enjoyed constantly wiping your ass for you."
