Chapter 503
Robert's POV
I finally struck a match, the flame flaring to life as I brought it to the tip of the cigarette and drew in a slow, deep drag. The ember glowed a sharp, bruised orange against the crushing dark, a thin trail of grey smoke curling upward into a sky completely devoid of stars.
Violet.
I had actually met her. I stood face to face with the woman who had systematically shattered my mother, and I hadn't done a damn thing. I had expected to lose my mind expected my fists to fly before my brain could even process the impulse. Instead, I stood frozen like a stone monument, staring into the face of the woman who destroyed my world, only to see echoes of Julie's sharp features carved into her expression with cruel precision. I didn't know which face I despised more, or which one I was powerless to touch.
And here was the darkest secret I kept buried away from the world: I hadn't been able to lay a hand on her.
