Violet Grenade
by Victoria Scott
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Publication Date: May 16, 2017
Genre: Young Adult
Her name is Domino Ray.
But the voice inside her head has a different name.When Madam Karina finds Domino in an alleyway, she offers her a position at her girls’ home in secluded West Texas. With no alternatives and an agenda of her own, Domino accepts. It isn’t long before she is fighting her way up the ranks to gain the madam’s approval…and falling for Cain, the mysterious boy living in the basement.
But the madam has horrible secrets. So do the girls in the house. So does Cain. Escaping is harder than Domino expects, though, because the madam doesn’t like to lose inventory. But then, Madam Karina doesn’t know about the danger living inside Domino’s mind.
Madam Karina doesn’t know about Wilson.
Excerpt…
Dizzy’s nails were atrocious. He didn’t try to scrub away the street. He embraced it. I needed someone like that. As I watched, the long-legged, dark-skinned man-boy swiped a red can of soda from the bar. The soda was there. The soda was gone. If I hadn’t been watching closely, I might have believed he was made of magic—Dracula strikes Detroit.
That day in the arcade, Dizzy met my stare with a boldness I admired. I eyed the place where the soda had been, and he smiled. Then he turned and swept out the door. With the rang-tanging of arcade games behind me, I followed him. I followed him then, and I follow him now. He’s my person. Not that I need one.
I startle when I spot my person standing in the bedroom doorway.
His eyes widen as if he just remembered I’m a girl. Tugging the towel around my body tighter, I avert my gaze. “What are you looking at?”
“I forget sometimes,” he says softly. “What you look like.”
He means without my makeup. Without my rainbow wigs and chains and piercings. He means me as I am right now: Domino, in the nude. “Stop staring at me, perv.”
“I know you hate it when I—”
“Stop,” I say. “Just don’t.”
He holds up his hands in defeat. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
I move to my closet—a pile of clothes on the floor that Dizzy stole for me—and bend to dig through it. Behind me, I hear him turn to leave.
“You are so beautiful,” he says under his breath before he’s gone.
I almost charge after him. I almost beat his chest and scratch his face with my dirtied nails. Anything to make him regret what he said. But I just tighten my hands into fists and I count—one, two, three…ten.
Now my blood is even Steven, and everything’s going to be okay. It’s just Dizzy. His words are easy enough to forget. I smile like I mean it and lay a hand against the wall. It’s solid, real. If this wall is treated right, it’ll stand straight as the stars long after I’m dead. This particular wall is white with blotches of gray from God knows what.
But my wall, the one in my future house, will be blue.
I walk back into my bathroom, the one uglied by water stains and years of neglect, and pull on a black skirt and tee, lace-up heels, and green-and-black-striped tights like I’m the Wicked Witch of the West. Then I hook in my piercings—lip, ears, eyebrow, tongue—and swipe on enough eyeliner and shadow to cause anyone’s mama to shiver. Finally…hello, darling…I slip on my pink wig.
My armor is complete. But then I catch my reflection in the cracked mirror. My jaw tightens as I take in what Dizzy saw. The face of an angel, isn’t that what they always said?
They. They.
Them.
I see the same inventory Dizzy does: large blue eyes, soft skin, blond hair kept hidden beneath a wig. But there’s more than meets the proverbial eye here. There’s something else that he doesn’t know about. That no one knows about. There’s a darkness living inside me. A blackness that sleeps in my belly like a coiled snake.
His name is Wilson.
Meet the author…
Victoria Scott is the acclaimed author of eight novels for young adults including FIRE & FLOOD, THE COLLECTOR, HEAR THE WOLVES, and VIOLET GRENADE. She is published by Scholastic and Entangled Teen, and is represented by Sara Crowe. Victoria’s novels are sold in fourteen countries, and she loves receiving reader emails from at home, and across the world.