VIOLETS POV
I felt awful. Terrible.
I could not get Dylan's face out of my head. His expression when he realized I wasn't his mate? Heartbreaking. All those times I'd secretly wished I wasn't... Last night had to be the first time I wished I had been. Yet, I was still relieved. Dylan and I were meant to be friends, best friends. But nothing more. And I was okay with that.
It just really sucked that he obviously wasn't.
I'd gotten up early, earlier than even Garrett, so as to avoid him. I'm sure I was the last person he needed to see right now. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him more. And it was clear as day that he was hurt. I'd stayed awake, lying in bed and nervously twisting the blankets, anxiously watching the clock on my bedside table. When the clock struck midnight, I half e
