Violet was overwhelmed by Cain's sudden shift in demeanor. One moment he'd been distant and unreadable; the next, he buried his head in her arms, lifting her effortlessly back onto the bed. His arms coiled around her like unbreakable chains, and he cuddled her, murmuring something about bathing together. When she refused, bracing herself for his insistence, she was left stunned by his compliance. He let it go without so much as a second attempt, his mood taking a turn so unexpected it left her speechless.
Now, as she watched him step out of the bathroom, droplets of water cascading down his still-damp golden hair, she wrestled with the unease gnawing at her. His calm, seemingly pliant behavior felt like the eye of a storm, and Violet wasn't naive enough to trust it.
She had to clarify what he'd meant earlier—about rings, about what this all meant. The question clawed at her, demanding an answer she dreaded knowing.