Desire

"You staring at Alaric wasn't baseless gossip," Dion said with a knowing smirk.

Violet, the way you looked at him was so captivating, I swear the sparks in your eyes could have rivaled Alaric's own thunderbolts."

At once, a blush crept up Violet's face, and she couldn't exactly deny it, not when there was picture evidence. Yes, the Oracle had somehow captured her staring at Alaric while he slept during class.

But she had only looked because he was undeniably handsome at that moment. Unfortunately, her innocent admiration had been twisted into something more by the gossip column.

And to make matters worse, how dare that coward, hiding behind her pen and paper, suggest she had any kind of interest in Griffin? She would sooner cut her own throat than have anything to do with that bastard.

"Moreover," Dion said, the amusement fading from his face, "no one knows who the Oracle is, and neither do we search for her—"