Chapter 25 Violet

• Lachlan and Tate kept talking as we drove. We have been driving for a while now. They are telling me about arranging the funeral, I think. Something I had not even thought of yet. But I guess that would be my responsibility as Aunt Della had nobody left. I don’t even know how to sort out a funeral. I don’t even want to have to sort out a funeral.
• I want to sit in silence, just watch the scenery fly by, let my mind switch off, but the two guys keep trying to start conversations with me. I know they are being kind. Maybe trying to distract me. But my brain is not focusing. Everything is still so much of a blur. I am on the way to see the body of my Aunt. The woman who had brought me up. I feel tears prickling in my eyes.
• I felt a hand on my knee, squeezing it reassuringly. That same weird static shock there he seems charged with all the time. He must be full of static electricity or something. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing? I would normally feel bothered by someone I barely know touching me, invading my personal space, but for some reason this doesn’t irritate me, it feels almost natural.