Something was very wrong. Violet sensed it the moment she stepped out of the room and set eyes on Alaric and Asher.
It wasn't just the strange tension hanging between her men, no, the bond between her and Alaric was threaded with ice-cold dread.
She had never felt this much fear from her mate before. Not like this sharp and deep.
It slithered through the matebond and wrapped around her ribs, making it hard to breathe.
At first, Violet played along, trying to understand the reason for Alaric's fear.
But nothing made sense. It was just him and Asher. So what exactly was he afraid of?
Until…
"He's just worried about you, Violet, love," Asher said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "After all, he wouldn't want anything happening to you, right?"
Goosebumps erupted across Violet's skin.
And not in a good way.
It wasn't just Alaric who had sensed the threat beneath those words, she did too.
Her brows slowly pulled together.
