Violetta
I could barely focus on what Ferrara was saying as we walked home. An alpha was already here.
Emerson, no doubt. Trying to throw Ferrara off guard. Trying to throw me off guard.
I wasn't going to let him. I was not the same scared little girl that he used to torment, and I was not now nor ever going to be his.
"Why did you walk?" I asked suddenly. Too late, I realized that Ferrara was saying something to me, and I'd interrupted. "Sorry."
The muscle in his jaw ticked while he stared straight ahead. "I walked because I do not need to scramble to rearrange my day simply because someone decided to show up early. We're still prepping, and that comes first."
"Right. It's all about appearances," I echoed hollowly. I was still a little surprised that he wasn't going to lock me away
