Chapter 155

Violet’s P.O.V.

I grabbed the gun off the seat and held it close to my body, my finger on the trigger. For some reason, I didn’t feel as anxious with the gun in my hands. There was this comfort that spread through me, a safety that gave me an added boost of confidence.

This wasn’t my first time handling a gun, that’s for sure.

With nothing more than the moon lighting my way, I began to creep down the desolate road, praying more than anything that I was not too late.

Five minutes of creeping, biting back both curses and whimpers whenever I stepped on something sharp—which was too fucking often—and I finally heard voices.

Well, one voice specifically.

“I don’t know what you want me to say! I’ve already told you; I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” Mykelle snarled indignantly.

Holding my breath, I stepped off the road and into the forest, darting from tree to tree. Somehow, I knew that the darkness was my friend in this situation, and that it was better to seek solace in i