Ruvian watched as Violet composedly entered the hall. Her steps were strangely quiet for someone drawing so much attention.
She walked straight to the front, settling into a seat beside the tall window that framed the soft, grey light outside.
Without a word, she leaned forward, rested her arms on the long, connected desk, and tilted her head toward the glass, eyes drawn to the bare trees beyond.
The last breath of winter still hovered in the air and it swirled the brittle branches on the other side of the glass.
Ruvian studied her expressionless profile.
Her eyes didn't blink often, just quietly absorbing the world outside as if it offered something better than what was in here.
'Violet… that wasn't her real name.'
Honestly, Ruvian didn't expect she would be standing against Julian. It took more than just a temper to do that. And it required a reason too.
Ruvian's eyes flicked upward, tracing the few stares still clinging to her.
