Jul 11
we'll be a fine line snippet
Violet didn't explain it.
She was already watching Xaden.
He was on his feet before the sound of the latch had fully faded, his jaw set, his eyes on the door with the specific quality of someone who has made a decision and is moving toward it before they've finished making it.
Violet stepped into his path.
He looked down at her. The careful control was completely gone from his face — she'd genuinely never seen that look on him before, not once, not in all the months of watching him from across rooms and flight fields — and it meant, very clearly, that he was about to do something that would make absolutely everything worse than it already was.
"Let her go," she said quietly. "It's not my story to tell."
