"Let's promise." Violet found her purse, fishing around in it for her Swiss Army knife. She rolled off of him and with a satisfying click, pressed out the tiny cutting implement. "Here and now, let's promise each other."
She cut her hand with the lack of hesitation that could only come from being a person who habitually cut herself. Handing the knife over to Tate, she grinned impishly at him before admiring the darkness of blood by firelight.