Chapter 187

Violetta is packing things up when I sneak into her apartment. I haven’t been here in years and the rose gold wallpaper we put up when she turned eighteen looks amazing. I had just finished field training and I thought I’d surprise her. Things have changed. The wall leading into her living room used to be solid and now it’s been turned into a bunch of tiny diamond- shaped shelves that hold her fabric rolls.

What was supposed to be a spare room was opened up to be a sewing and design space where she makes her clothes. The walls are a pretty blush pink with white polka dots. This place looks amazing. I love that she’s learned to be on her own.

“What the fuck?” she pulls a small handgun from between her boobs and aims it at me. It takes her a moment to realize it’s me. Obviously, there’s literally no one else who can hack her system. I created it. She drops her hand, the empty box under her arms, and gently says: “What the fuck?”

“I know. It’s a big change,” I agree. She all but runs to me and places the gun on the dining table before wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Did it hurt?”

“Just like shifting,” I shrug.

“You’re supposed to be the small one. I’m five years older than you,” she smacks my stomach and then presses her hand to my toned abdomen. “You’re in therapy again?”

“Yeah,” I nod.

“What are you doing here? You could have been seen,”

“You’re moving?” I avoid the questions.

“Not for a few weeks, but yeah,” she says taking some stuff off the tables in her living room.

“Did you get the tower finally?”

“I must have been drunk when I told you that,” she laughs and brings them over to the table where she left the gun so she can wrap them.

“We both were,” I nod.

“I just need something to do,” she clears her throat.

“Everything okay?”

bubble wrap roll on the table. She stops for a moment shutting her eyes tightly. “They were kids. I mean

bow–shaped chair and sits down to calm her trembling. She looks exhausted. Like she hasn’t slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The bags under her

last time I saw Vy like this was when she left her pack. Right after her dad beat the hell out of her in front of

make you something to eat?” I ask pushing

of the table.

sighs and heads

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for her. The last time she tried to help me was after Darren died and Mackenzie disappeared. Morgan had just fucked me over and I said some ugly

that to me. It means she’s tired and worst of all vulnerable. Two things

her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy hand makes the pasta in her pantry and I never miss an opportunity to eat

and the chicken are done by the time she gets back with

are you

your help,” I say dropping the pasta into the

glares at me

“Yeah,” I agreed.

to ruin a lot of fucking lives, Perry. We also don’t have the

in love with my husband,” I admit. She stops massaging cream

“You think?” she laughs.

Not just because of the

have this epiphany,

bottom piece to reveal ice lipstick? She dips it into a glass

I

face. I

a good person. Super chill and he

nods. “But that’s not what made you think that

the old man set me up to think Darren

drops the lipstick tube and shuts her eyes fighting

to fucking lie

“I have been,”

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