Veronica’s P.O.V.
I walked out of Bailey’s with a triumphant smile carved into my face—but my insides were in knots.
Caleb bought it. God, he really bought it.
The fool looked at me with eyes so soft, so full of hope that for a second I almost pitied him. Almost.
He really believed that those hair strands were for a potion that would make Bella his. That some ancient spell would twist fate’s hand and make her look at him with the same love-struck haze she used to give Mason.
It was pathetic. Naïve.
But also convenient. Because Caleb’s desperation was the only reason I had the piece of Bella, I needed to finish the most important part of my plan.
The scent.
Bella’s scent was unique—like lavender rain and charged air. Or atleast thats what Caleb told me, which I find hard to believe
