Aside from a few scrapes and bruises, Violet was physically intact, but the situation was far from safe.
Roman didn't let go of her, instead, he pulled her behind him protectively, his body acting as a barrier between her and Asher. His stance was rigid, as if silently warning the West Alpha.
"You can hand the girl over now, Roman," Asher said smoothly, taking a few steps forward before stopping, as though waiting for Roman to close the remaining space between them. "You've done well so far."
Violet's ears were ringing at that statement. What did he mean, 'done well so far'?
Her stomach twisted violently. No. No way. That was impossible.
Her wide, frantic eyes snapped up to Roman's face, searching for something—anything—that would disprove the horrifying thought creeping into her mind. She wanted to believe he wasn't part of this. That all of this wasn't just an elaborate ruse.
He wouldn't betray her… right?