Roman was gone by the time Violet woke up from her sleep.
Good thing for him because had he still been there, she would have introduced his smug face to her clenched fist for blatantly disobeying her wishes and sharing her bed. The audacity.
But deep down, Violet knew she could never have rejected Kitten Roman. That bastard knew just how to slither past her defenses. The cat was her weakness, and Roman knew it alright.
Stretching out with a groan, Violet sat up, rubbing at her tired eyes. She was just about to swing her legs off the bed when her phone lit up on the nightstand.
It was a message. Curious, she reached for it and tapped her screen.
[When are you going to reveal Elsie’s secret?]
Violet’s frown deepened as she read the message twice, then a third time.
What the hell?
There was no name, just an unlisted number not saved in her contacts. The only person she had spoken to about the possibility of Elsie harboring a secret was Micah. Could it be one of his other lines?
Just to be sure, Violet swiped to her regular contact list and tapped on Micah’s number she already had saved.
The line barely rang once before he picked up, as if he had his phone in hand.
"Violet?" Micah said, his tone suggesting he was surprised at the call.
"Hey," she began, "Sorry to call you this early. I just wanted to confirm something."
"Sure, go ahead."
"You didn’t... send me a message just now, did you? Asking when I planned to reveal Elsie’s secret?"
There was a beat of silence. Then Micah asked, sounding alert. "What are you talking about? What message?"
Violet blinked. "You... didn’t send me that?"
"I did no such thing," he said firmly.
She stared at the screen, her gut twisting with an uneasy feeling.
"Oh," Violet murmured.
Micah caught on instantly. "Violet. What’s going on? Who would send you something like that?"
"I don’t know," she replied automatically, brushing her hair back with her fingers. "Maybe... it’s nothing. Just a prank. Sorry for bothering you."
"Violet—" She heard him start to protest, but Violet ended the call before he could pry further.
Biting her nail, Violet paced across her room, staring hard at the message. Who the hell was this?
It couldn’t be Asher. She hadn’t seen him in days. Besides, his style would be to expose the secret himself and then inform her so both of them could watch and savor the victory. It couldn’t be Griffin. She just knew it. As for Alaric, and Roman, they were all too concerned with playing servants to their queen Elsie and would never give her a weapon like this.
Left with no choice, Violet typed back.
[Who are you?]
She sent it and resumed pacing. A minute passed and then her phone pinged.
[You must be really dumb if you’re busy with knowing my identity than dealing with Elsie Lancaster.]
[If you’re that smart, why bother me? You could easily destroy her.] she replied.
[I am no longer part of the game. But you are, Violet Purple.]
[What’s Elsie’s secret then?]
[What would you give me in exchange?]
[What do you want?] she wrote back quickly. freewebnøvel.coɱ
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