“Rowan got the call for a fire once right as I was starting my period,” Violette mumbles, grimacing slightly. “I might have thrown a fork at him when he said he had to go and I cried because I didn’t want him to leave.” I snort out a startled laugh, looking over at her incredulously. Her eyes go wide and she holds her hands out. “What?!” she exclaims, laughing, too. “I wasn’t aiming at him. It was just in his general direction!” “Oh my god,” I laugh, shaking my head. “That’s hilarious. And a little terrifying.”
