Violet's POV
It had been over a month since I last saw Prince Maverick.
And I missed him—terribly.
Every day that passed without him felt like a slow, quiet ache I carried around with me. I tried to distract myself, to focus on something else, anything else. Spending time with my grandmother helped. She had welcomed me into her world without hesitation, guiding me through the delicate process of understanding and controlling my fairy magic.
Under her care and patient training, I had grown stronger, and more in tune with my powers. I could feel the energy coursing through me now—alive, vibrant, and strangely comforting.
But there was always something... darker... lingering beneath the surface.
Grandma never said it outright, but I could see it in her eyes whenever my magic flickered the wrong shade, or when my emotions ran too high. Fear. Not of me exactly—but of what I might become. Of what the demon side of me might unleash one day.
