Alaric asked, "Violet, what's going on?" The question was still on his lips when the door slammed open.
And exactly like in her dream, Griffin stepped in with an unreadable look carved into his face. The only difference was in the vision, she had stared at him lustfully, but now, her mind was clear.
Griffin opened his mouth to speak, but Violet cut him off. "I hope you both got enough sex, because we have a fucking problem!"
Griffin's mouth fell open, his eyes wide. "Did you get some kind of power? Can you read minds—?"
"No." Violet didn't have time for guesses.
She stripped her bathrobe from her shoulders and moved to the wardrobe, grabbing the first clothes her hands touched without even looking.
"Alice sent me a vision," Violet said, pulling a red shirt on as she spoke. "We're all going to die."
"What?!" Griffin and Alaric shouted together, then looked at each other, alarmed.
