"I mean, think about it. My hair is Purple. Who in this school has such an unusual color of hair aside from Roman. And he's a werewolf." Violet said with excitement in her voice like a detective uncovering a grand mystery.
"Just because you have purple hair doesn't make you a witch, Violet. Trust me, witches don't exactly walk around advertising themselves like that."
Alaric leaned in again, his lips ghosting over hers, but before he could kiss her, Violet not only turned away but also placed a firm hand on his chest and pushed him back. Her mind was whirring with newfound theories, leaving no room for romance.
The maker of the moon, have mercy on him. Alaric sighed internally as he cast a glance down at the bulge in his trousers.
Violet, meanwhile, was entirely oblivious to his predicament.
"Then maybe I'm Fae," she pressed, her eyes sparkling with the idea. "The Fae are known for unnatural hair colors."
"And powers," Alaric added dryly.
