*Roanne’s POV*

The memory of Marco's words slithered through my mind, "Watch out for Violet. She's weaving a web that's tangling us all, even you." His voice had been heavy. I couldn't shake the warning, the weight of it pressing on my chest as I watched Violet from across the room, her laughter tinkling like glass about to shatter.

Members from the club were invited to a social outing, and it was at a secluded private garden, where we could enjoy some sun, ...