Chapter 167: Violet wasn’t the same
***Author’s Note: I’m so sorry about the delayed updates. After I started feeling better, family came to town, so I was busy with them. The story is about to get a lot darker so hang in and get ready ***
When Violet woke up, she was still in the forest and on the ground, the sun was peaking on the horizon.
She felt different when she woke up.
A new type of rage and disgust had settled in her heart. She felt this heavy darkness clouding her mind. An echo of something unknown.
Her skin was crackling with power.
She recalled her encounter with the dark entity. He really did give her his power. Her body felt the same, yet somehow different, like it wasn’t just hers anymore. Something was making a home in her hollowed soul.
A bone chilling cold had settled inside her, one she couldn’t shake.
Standing, she dusted herself off and stormed back to camp.
Ripping open her curtains, she found Ash sitting in a corner in a soft red velvet chair, a candle illuminating the room, giving it a calming and dim atmosphere.
"You’re back, good, now I can finally rest." His eyes narrowed and he looked sharply at her.
The room had dropped a few degrees when she had entered the tent.
"You don’t smell like Violet at all. Who are you." Ash’s growl was deep and threatening. Violet went from smelling good, to smelling rancid and sour. The air in the room became dense and oppressive.