Oh, shit. She was still in Oscar's body.
Violet's thoughts raced as Ace's suspicious gaze burned into her. She cleared her throat at once.
"I mean…" she corrected quickly, "Violet sent me. Griffin is here too."
At the mention of Griffin's name, Ace's suspicion vanished immediately. If anything, his eyes lit up with hope, his earlier confusion melting away as if it never existed.
"He's here?" he asked, almost desperately.
"Yes," Violet said, nodding her head. But there was only one question pounding through her head.
"Where's Alaric?" she demanded.
As if the universe itself answered her, there was the unmistakable crash of something heavy falling over. Violet's head whipped toward the sound just in time to see a figure stumbling from behind a towering stack of crates.
Alaric.
For a second Violet couldn't move, her eyes trained on Alaric, or rather what had become of him.
