Chapter 151: Fashion Murder

A piercing scream snatched Violet from her peaceful slumber, jolting her awake like a gunshot in the dead of night. With her heart pounding, she shot up in bed, blinking rapidly as she struggled to remember where she was.

Right. Her dorm.

Before she could even exhale in relief, another scream sent a shockwave of panic through her.

Shit.

Violet leaped off the bed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she rushed toward the source of the chaos.

When Violet burst into the hallway, she was met with the sight of Ivy collapsed on the floor, her face drained of all color, and her body trembling as she muttered under her breath, "I hate snakes."

A crowd had already formed, drawn in by the commotion. Some students whispered among themselves, others peered over shoulders to catch a glimpse of the scene. Violet scanned the area, but there was no sign of an actual snake anywhere. The hallway was normal, save for Ivy, who looked like she had just seen death itself.

"Hey, what happened?" Violet crouched beside Ivy, gripping her shoulder. She could feel her friend stiffen beneath her touch like a board.

Ivy tried to speak, but the words lodged themselves in her throat. Finally, she managed to choke out, "Roman, he...."

Fuck.

That was all Violet needed to hear.

She had woken up to an empty bed, which meant that slippery bastard had already left. And if Ivy looked this traumatized, that could only mean that Roman had made his grand exit in snake form.

Daisy and Lila arrived at that exact moment, panting slightly, eyes flicking between Ivy—who looked one scream away from cardiac arrest—and Violet, whose expression looked two seconds away from murder.

"What the hell happened?" They asked in unison.

Violet took a deep, calming breath before answering, her voice flat with irritation. "Roman happened."

"Oh"

Daisy and Lila instantly understood.

Violet clenched her jaw. That asshole. Instead of coming after her directly, he had gone for her friend. And why? Because he knew that would piss her off more.

it worked. Violet was

water, she had mostly calmed down. Her fingers still shook

concern. "It just...

fooled. Ivy was proud, and Roman had reduced her to a screaming mess in the hallway. That was something she wouldn’t

"I’m so sorry. This is my fault." She

of yours," Lila said firmly with her arms crossed and her voice laced with righteous fury. "Roman Draven is an asshole.

we did provoke him first with the

three pairs of eyes snapped toward her

shrank in her seat. Shit. Bad move. If looks could kill, she’d

roast Daisy alive, Lila

This is for you!" She reached out and pulled out

it

way back and asked me to give it to you," Lila grinned. "Said it’s from your

widened. "Alaric?"

Her stomach did a flip as she picked

sent me a text,"

could even finish, three bodies crashed into her, pressing against her shoulders to

their excitement electric as they read the message

like me making the choice for you, but I couldn’t help but think you’d look electrifying in these

was silence

"AHHHHHHHH!!!"

so loudly their ears

sweet!!!" She grabbed Violet’s arm, shaking her

impressed. "I think I need to get myself

of the attention Violet gets, gave an approving nod,

open it!" Lila practically bounced on her

it!" Daisy

ribbon and peeled back the wrapping, her breath hitching the moment she pulled out the first article

with delicate lace detailing along the upper chest and shoulders. The V-neck dipped just enough to show off her collar bones but not

and reached for the second piece, a high-waisted, dark-wash distressed skinny jeans. The rips along the knees and

How the

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