~ Violet ~
For the next few hours, Violet could only pace back and forth in anxiety. People didn’t have to tell her, but she already knew. Damon was coming home. And he was most likely angry as hell.
“Was it really that big of a deal?” she tried justifying herself, pacing around in the library with Talia sitting in front of her. “All I did was use my phone to call my brother…”
“Sweetie, when Damon’s given us an order, there are reasons behind it. You don’t ask questions and you follow them. You know that’s the rule around here,” Talia said sternly.
Violet groaned to herself and continued pacing. She knew she was in deep trouble. Damon would surely punish her for what she did, and no, not the good kind of punishment either.
“He’s gonna be so mad, isn’t he?” she sighed.
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