As I turn back to smile at the begrudging king I’ve dragged along, my gaze snags on a familiar shade of purple. Kitt nearly slams into me with how abruptly I plant my feet. An emotion more potent than rage begins to boil within me at the sight of that lilac hair. Kitt’s mouth is moving, but I don’t hear a word that falls from it. Instead, I’m standing at the edge of the dance floor, staring at Adena’s murderer.
now yall shouldve known better than to have them in the same place now et her get her
