Violet had to leave the room when Sylas politely told her to get out with a smile.
A pout sat on her face- her round hazel eyes staring at the Alpha pleadingly- but he showed no signs of mercy.
As she closed the door behind her, Violet comforted herself. She already knew the Alpha wasn't going to give her any answers so easily. The man was determined about being cryptic.
However, her chest felt light now, and Violet felt that she could almost fly away with all the giddiness bubbling inside her.
Making up with Sylas indeed felt good.
Although Sylas can be really moody at times, at least he genuinely wanted well for her.
As long as that was the case, she did not mind tolerating his mood.
Seeing how she could easily move around on her feet today, Violet knew it had to be Sylas's contribution, or else given her health status, she would have to lie down on the bed for at least a week.
