VIOLET’S POV

She looked at me with bloodshot eyes. She definitely was intent on taking a life, mine. She growled, swiping her knife for the obvious part of my body that could bleed me out faster than other parts but I saw it coming. Too fast she went, too fast, I had to dodge.

“Just die already! Haven’t you done enough? Why did you have to come back?” I was too busy focusing on not dying to ask questions when I obviously had too much to ask. Done enough? Done what exactly?

She attacked again, going for once wounded calves like she knew there had been an injury there. But...