Ferrara
"Breathe," I told Violetta as we approached the house. There was a new SUV parked in the drive. My phone had numerous texts about Emerson's arrival. I responded with a quick on my way which was then immediately followed up with a slew of questions about where I was.
I declined to answer them. Violetta and I had both managed to snag some clothes, but there was still some blood on both of us. Luckily, none of it was hers.
Or I'd ask a witch to resurrect Bridget and Dean so I could kill them.
Bridget. Just the thought of her opened up a cold darkness inside of me. She was my third in command. How dare she betray me like this?
"What?" Violetta asked.
"You're not breathing. Emerson will not touch you, but if you can't stand to be in the same house as him or even on the same land,
