Violet CLAW
My infatuation was a fever dream, fueled by a few moments of cold care that I’d mistaken for something real.
"Fine," Sally said, squeezing my hand. "Let’s get out of this den of vipers."
We turned to leave, but Talia’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and hungry. "Ivy! Sally! Leaving before the blessing? Don't tell me you're afraid of the moon tonight."
She was standing there in her white lace gown, smiling with the fake grace of a newly crowned Luna. She’d spent months trying to replace me, and she wasn't going to let me leave without one last bite.
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