CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

Violet's POV I was very happy when my brother, Everett, came knocking to ask for my help in making something nice for his mate, and currently, my friend Rachelle. The look on his face was enough to make me laugh, he looked worried, so worried that one would have thought that he had dropped a baby by accident, or something worse. 'Um, Violet?" He had said when I opened the door for him. 'Um, yeah?" I said, confused as to why he would be at my door so early in the morning. 'I need your help with something very, very important." He said, with worry in his eyes and I got worried instantly too. 'What happened? What is it, Everett? Please tell me quickly, I can help you solve it. Did you run over someone? Or did you kill a—" I asked but he cut me in, shaking his head and widening his eyes even more, leaving me with the notion that whatever it is he had done had been even worse than killing someone. 'I have destroyed the kitchen and I have had no success whatsoever in making the surpri