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?”

ago and-” she shrugs and places a vase on its side to roll it into the bubble wrap roll on the table. She stops for a moment shutting her eyes tightly. “They were kids. I mean they

hasn’t slept in a few nights. Her pretty long hair is greasy. The

this was when she left her pack. Right after her dad beat the

go shower and I’ll make you something to eat?” I ask pushing some of her weird trinkets away from the

of the table.

she sighs and heads to

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this for her. The last time she tried to help me was after Darren

left a huge rip in our friendship. It says a lot that she disclosed that to me. It means she’s tired and worst of all vulnerable. Two things you never want to be when being active. It’s a

not have been that long ago because her fridge is fully stocked. I start taking things out to make her favorite. Chicken alfredo. Domestic Vy hand makes the pasta in her pantry and I never miss an opportunity to

time she gets back with her moisturizing routine and a mirror in

are you doing

help,” I say dropping the pasta

so fucking hard–headed,” she glares at

“Yeah,” I agreed.

fucking lives,

husband,” I admit. She stops massaging cream

“You think?” she laughs.

because of the

have this epiphany, Oh Chosen One?” she

off before turning the bottom piece to reveal ice lipstick? She dips it into a glass of water and leaves it there. She then uses the eye cream tube

the fuck?” I

with swelling and bruising on the face. I haven’t

continue making her food. “He’s a good person. Super chill and he makes

“But that’s

manic episode after the old man set me up to think Darren was still

drops the lipstick tube and shuts

told you to fucking lie low,

“I have been,”

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