Chapter 14: Lingering of a Lover.

Violet Virgilson.

The carriage ride back wasn’t a return. It was a punishment.

Rudolpho sat across from me, smugness dripping from every pore, while I sat stiff-backed, forcing my hands to stay still when every instinct screamed to claw the door open and run barefoot through the streets.

His eyes gleamed, hard and satisfied, like a hunter with a wounded animal in his snare.

Vincent’s eyes haunted me instead. Dark, desperate, wounded when I said ...