Violet
Her eyes locked with mine, and I saw the exact moment recognition flickered across her features. She went very still. Surprise widened her blue eyes, her mouth parting slightly. For a long moment, we just stared at each other across the crowded market.
Then something in her expression eased, settling into something that tried to be pleasant, but couldn't quite mask the strain underneath.
Disgusting.
A smile curved her lips in thin, tight smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
What happened to her usual mocking smile?
She left the stall, moving toward me with measured steps, her chin lifted in a way I remembered too well. That particular angle that said she was better, more important, deserving of worship.
I fought the strong urge to smack that face, and tried to make sure my frown did not twist further into disgust, even as anger simmered beneath my skin.
