-Violet-

Violet’s chest heaved with a silent, seething fury as she stood alone in the dimly lit corner of her private library. The shadows from the towering bookshelves danced across her sharp features, mirroring the dark thoughts that churned within her. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the knuckles whitening with the grip of her rage.

"Those bastards," she whispered venomously, the words barely escaping her lips as if they were too dangerous to be ...