"Why are you afraid of me?" Graeme demanded.
Violet's eyes went wider in fear at the firm command of his voice, but she quickly shook her head.
"I-I'm not. I'm not afraid of you," she insisted. But her posture and scent and dilated pupils all said otherwise.
"Where else are you hurt?" he asked again.
Her eyebrows pinched together and she looked down, tears beginning to well.
"Has someone been in to look at you yet?"
"Yes. She is bringing me some things," she said vaguely.
"Do you have any clue as to why you aren't healing?"
She bit her lip, tears falling soundlessly. "I don't want to tell you."
"Why?"
"It's because… it's because I went against her. This is my fault. I deserve it," she said softly, beginning to rock back and forth with her knees tucked up into her chest.
"You went against who?"
