VIOLETS POV

I felt awful. Terrible.

I could not get Dylan's face out of my head. His expression when he realized I wasn't his mate? Heartbreaking. All those times I'd secretly wished I wasn't... Last night had to be the first time I wished I had been. Yet, I was still relieved. Dylan and I were meant to be friends, best friends. But nothing more. And I was okay with that.

It just really sucked that he obviously wasn't.

I'd gotten up early, earlier than even Garrett, so as to avoid him. I'm sure I was the last person he needed to see right now. The last thing I wanted...