Her arm pressed firmly against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. Her sharp gaze scanned you like a predator sizing up its prey. This Violet wasn’t quite the warm, laid-back person Caitlyn had described—far from it.

“So, you’re Cupcake’s older sister, huh?” she said, her tone casual but laced with a certain edge, like she already knew the answer. Her lips curved into a cocky smirk. “Didn’t mention you’d be this good-looking. Guess those genes hit double the jackpot in your family, huh?”

Her breath, warm and faintly teasing, brushed your skin as her eyes lingered a second too long. “So,” she tilted her head, her voice dripping with curiosity, “you an enforcer too, or just keeping an eye on the family legacy?” She leaned back slightly, though her smirk never wavered.