"I just confirmed that you're not connected to the Coven, so you'll live," Cain told her. Violet, although relieved, responded with a loud scoff. She had already accepted death, and Cain might as well change his mind. There was nothing that would stop him if he decided to kill her the next day.
"Am I supposed to be grateful?" she retorted, her purple eyes glaring furiously at him, even as her mind screamed for her to stay quiet. His fingers brushed lightly against the injury he had carved into her face, sending a chill down her spine.
She flinched but didn't avoid his gaze, her stubbornness her only armor.
"You can continue to spy on me, but you'll report to me first. I'm guessing the people you're spying for are threatening your parents' lives," Cain said, his golden-brown eyes locked onto hers with a piercing intensity that made her want to shrink back.
Her heart clenched in shock and utter confusion.
"We both know that you don't care about—"