VIOLET’S POV

My eyes were open for most of the night as it dragged on, and I couldn’t wait for the sun to wake and rise along with the world.

My mind played clips from all that transpired during the games and banquet, like it was on a repeat. Sometimes, I found myself smiling at a thought; the thought of course, involving the triplets, and other times, when Sam’s face came to view, anger would be the only emotion I would feel.

And in that moment, I found myself creating more scenarios where he would be at my mercy, and the damage I would cause would be far more humiliating...