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“Besides, I’m too busy watching you to focus on anyone else.” He brushes the backs of his knuckles over my jaw. “Are the baths helping?”

“Baths?”

He doesn’t answer, and I don’t miss the fact that the word is plural.

“Right.” I exhale.

Kole is always watching.

Saintis always watching.

“So?” he asks. “Are they helping?”

I nod.

Finally, he lifts from the wall, and it puts a gap of space between us. “Good.”

I can’t tell if he’s worried because he cares about my physical well-being, or because he wants to break me all over again. Maybe it’s a mix of both.

“Friday.” Kole reaches out and traces the line of my cheek—my neck—pausing on my pulse.

“What about it?”

“Meet me at Sigma House, and you’ll see.” He steps back with the faintest hint of a smile, and it’s disarming. “You want me to prove my commitment to you, Violet? I will. But rest up. I expect a fight.”

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Hunt

Violet

Friday. Midnight. Sigma House.

Four seemingly insignificant words when broken apart. But together, they tell me everything I need to know.

Kole is testing me. He’s extending an invitation to see if I’ll accept it. An invitation any sane person would have declined knowing what I do. Instead, I find myself standing outside the twisted iron gates of Sigma House, staring at the two skulls that sit in the center of them.

And they’re locked.

I tip my head back and let out a groan.

I’ve never actually communicated with Kole outside of my in-person run-ins with him. The only way I have to reach him is through the Dark Desires app.

Through Saint.

I look back at my car, parked on the side of the road. An endless forest surrounds the fraternity, and I already know what Saint’s thinking. He wants to take this back to the beginning. To the night he killed Liam.

I’m tempted to climb back in my car and drive away before this goes where it will inevitably lead. But I find myself pulling out my phone.

The moment I do, a message lights up the screen.

Saint: Good kitten. You came.

Of course, he’s already watching me. Looking up, I try to see if I can find a camera, but just like the ones in my bedroom, it’s like they don’t exist.

Violet: Where are you?

Saint: Where I always am. Watching my girl.

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