VIOLETI Make it halfway home when someone grabs me. Their hands wrap around my mouth and waist, yanking me backwards. They pinch my nose closed. I suddenly can’t take a breath. I thrash and kick wildly, but my attacker doesn’t care. On some level, I know it’s Greyson. The neighborhood on this side of the university has always been quiet, almost sleepy at night. Willow and I have been living here for three years without incident. My chest aches the longer I go without oxygen. My throat screams. Black spots flicker in my peripherals, and it only takes another few seconds for my vision to dim. It’s only when I sag that he releases my face. I suck in a deep, hiccupping breath. He spins me around and puts me against the wall. The rough brick of the apartment building rubs into my back, catching on my hair. He has his h
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