Chapter 22: First Date

Violet did not not waste even a second more as she headed to the administrative floor. She had ignored Lila who questioned her where she was going. But the girl didn’t need to know, not when she might try to stop her.

The receptionist looked up briefly, then barely acknowledged Violet’s presence, her eyes shifting back to the phone screen in front of her. Violet could hear gunfire blaring from the movie she was engrossed in, the volume turned high enough that it drowned out the faint sounds of the office. Voliet couldn’t tell whether her lack of response was a cue for her to go in or fuck off. Violet chose the former.

She approached the office door, lifting her hand, and knocked firmly. There was no response.

Violet knocked for a second time, wondering if Principal Jameson was even in the office. It wasn’t yet eight o’clock, after all.

She had left the dining hall intending to get her issues sorted before the first lesson and hopefully leave the academy once her dismissal had been processed. Everything was planned perfectly.

When there was no response again, Violet frowned. Maybe that was why the receptionist had barely acknowledged her. A heads up would have been nice. What a bitch!

Frustrated, Violet turned to leave when she unmistakably heard the words, "Come in."

Her heart began to race. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. She would walk into that office, demand her scholarship be revoked, and Principal Jameson would do just that. Violet had made up her mind.

Violet pushed the door open and walked in, her heart pounding with every step. Her eyes fell on Principal Jameson, who was seated in her executive chair with her back turned to her.

For a moment, Violet thought there was something different about the way she looked, like her form was broader or something. But she shook it off, deciding that it was just a trick of the eye. After all, who would be in the principal’s seat, if not Mrs. Jameson herself.

Ignoring the strange feeling, Violet straightened up, steeling herself. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to gather the courage. "Mrs. Jameson, I have something to discuss with you."

Jameson for over a minute, an awkward silence falling between them. Deciding there was no need to beat around the bush anymore if the woman

don’t want to study here anymore, Mrs. Jameson. Please revoke my scholarship and have

had been eating her up. Now, there was

in anticipation. But when the chair finally completed its rotation, the face that came into view

to be

start. It was Asher fucking Nightshade,

gave way to disbelief, then anger, then dread, and then even more dread as her survival instincts kicked in. This was Asher she was dealing with,

magnetic, slitted gray gaze—haunting and reptilian, and entirely

Violet swallowed.

Nightshade finally spoke, his voice disturbingly calm, a mask over the storm that was clearly building

hard. This was the first time Asher had addressed her without a nickname. Yep. She’d

her mind to

single step, his voice

on the

"Relax."

comfortably, as if she were in the company of

she was in this school, and trying to leave was like spitting in his face. How had he even known she would

over her at the thought. If that was the case, then this guy was far more dangerous than she had imagined. Someone who could

She was her own person, and

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