VIOLET SWAN.

PORTLAND, OREGON.

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A few days have passed since what happened in Forest Park. For Red Moon, things will be different from now on.

“Can I help you with that?” His voice is calm, his face radiating a kindness I don’t understand. After everything, he should hate me. It’s my fault Eric is like this. “Violet, your toast is burning…”

“Oh no!” I rush to the pan, but it’s too late. I pull the slices out with resignation and drop them onto the plate—black as charcoal.

“With bacon and scrambled eggs, you won’t even taste the burn,” Eric says, cracking a couple of eggs into the hot skillet. He stirs with steady, almost mechanical movements. “You should be eating more meat in your condition. Though… now that they’ve removed the implant, I can see you’re doing fine.”

“I appreciate your concern, Eric,” I interrupt, embarrassed. “You shouldn’t worry about me. It’s my fault everything happened, and