Fashion Murder

A piercing scream snatched Violet from her peaceful slumber, jolting her awake like a gunshot in the dead of night. With her heart pounding, she shot up in bed, blinking rapidly as she struggled to remember where she was.

Right. Her dorm.

Before she could even exhale in relief, another scream sent a shockwave of panic through her.

Shit.

Violet leaped off the bed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she rushed toward the source of the chaos.

When Violet burst into the hallway, she was met with the sight of Ivy collapsed on the floor, her face drained of all color, and her body trembling as she muttered under her breath, "I hate snakes."