For a brief second, I seriously contemplate pushing the emergency button and stopping the elevator, so I can push her back against the wall and kiss her fiercely before pulling away and leaving her. Regain a little of my control and power over the situation.
But as the elevator continues up and my arms stay at my side, I realize that I can’t go through with it and honestly I have no idea why. She’s messing with my head and I don’t know what else to do besides stare at my reflection in the shiny steel doors for the rest of the elevator ride. When the doors open, I let out a breath of relief, glad we’re coming to the end of this strange, silent journey. As we approach Violet’s dorm room toward the end of the hall, I spot Kayden and Callie standing in front of the door. They’re smiling as they talk to each other and they make it look so easy, so natural, like it’s as simple as breathing. But even breathing is difficult for me sometimes.
Callie says something and Kayden laughs, but when he sees me walking up the hallway with Violet his expression fills with inquisitiveness.
“What’s up?” he asks as we walk up to them. He glances from Violet to me, then his eyebrows arch, his eyes widening a little.
Callie steps out of the way as Violet moves out of my arm and drags her foot as she moves up to the door. “Are you okay?” Callie asks, looking down at Violet’s ankle.
“Yeah,” Violet answers with indifference as she punches in the code to their room with her finger. The lock beeps and she shoves the door open, tossing her book aside as she starts to shut the door behind her. I’m about to call our stubborn challenge a tie, when she pauses with the door still open a crack, her eyes sparkling with life for the very first time, and says, “Thanks, Mr. Stoically Aloof.”
“You’re welcome, Violet with no last name,” I tell her and then she shuts the door.
One of Jessica’s many talents is that of writing incredibly fucked up characters. Violet and Luke certainly did not escape this fate in their story.
“Take whatever you want. Nothing I have left in me is worth anything anyways”
Violet has been shuffled from foster home to foster home since the age of six when her parents were murdered. Never finding the right fit, or coming across horrible “parents” within those homes, she never really felt loved or even wanted it because of the fear of it all being taken away from her again.
Then Violet moves in with Preston, her new foster dad. He uses her to sell drugs and scam college kids out of their money. And then one night she jumps out of a window to escape some angry kids, she ends up kicking a guy in the face on her way down, and that guy is Luke. And so their journey begins.
“I only want girls who can suck my cock and smile about it, without asking for more.”
Luke was no stranger to a messed up childhood. With a father that left, a sister who committed suicide and a mother… well let’s just say she will never be winning the mother of the year award. He was forced to do things no child or even adult should be subject to. Why would you make your child do that?! I’m surprised Luke didn’t fall into the same patterns as she did.
Violet and Luke come together, begin to open up to each other and start to learn that there are feelings between them that neither of them have ever experienced. But before it all really begins for the emotionally troubled couple, it all comes crashing down with the unexpected discovery of how their pasts connect them together. A devastating and shocking one that may be impossible to overcome.
In true Jessica Sorenson fashion with this series, it does end in a cliff-hanger. I did feel the story moved too slow for me. And as much as I appreciated the struggles of each character, I felt it was just dragged out a little too much and took up too much of the story. I liked the book, not as much as the first two books in the series, which happen to be two of my favourite books. I am looking forward to the continuation of Violet and Luke’s story, I just wish it could have been tied up in one book.
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jessica Sorensen, lives with her husband and three kids. When she's not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.
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