"Violet? Are you telling us you didn't know?""How could she not know?" asked Sylvia. How indeed. Her face appeared in front of mine, her big eyes filled with concern. "Are you all right, Violet? You look very pale."I gripped the chair arms until my fingers ached, but I didn't let go. If I did, I was sure I would tip over. My thoughts raced so fast I couldn't quite grasp them. All I knew was that if I could start fires, then everyone at Windamere had lied to me.Including Vi."Violet?" Jack still knelt in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from him. It made my skin hot, my blood hotter.Or was that the heat within me? It all began to make sense. I'd never felt cold, never needed a coat to go outside and I hated wearing gloves. Where Vi had shivered through our wintry walks, I'd relished the cold breeze against my skin, the frost in the air. "Do you need to lie down?" he asked me. I shook my head. "I need...answers.""Whatever we can provide, we will." He took a deep breath and scrubbed his hand over his jaw.
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