Violet might have welcomed him politely and offered him a chair, but right now, Alaric felt like he was seated on coals of fire. The girls all surrounded him, taking positions in various corners of the living room and giving him death stares. And wait a minute, did he just see a glint of metal?
Alaric's brows furrowed when he saw the short-cropped, blonde-haired roommate with a table knife in her hand, which she ominously caressed while giving him that disturbing look. Perhaps he shouldn't have come here. Perhaps he should have cornered Violet before class and made a public apology—even if Roman's drama had pretty much stolen the limelight of the day.
Violet must have sensed the awkward tension in the air because she said, "Guys, do you mind?"
"We do mind," all three of them answered in unison.
