Chapter 336: A Look Into Roman

"Aah!" Asher's scream tore through the house, and Violet flinched like it had been her own pain. She couldn't take it anymore.

From the moment Adele arrived, Griffin had instructed Roman to take her out of the room, and the idiot had done exactly that without even blinking. Did they think she couldn't handle seeing Asher in pain? This was Asher they were talking about. Her precious Asher.

"I'm going back in," she said, stepping forward, only for Roman to block her path.

"I'm sorry, Violet. But you can't," Roman told her gently, arms outstretched. "Trust me, you're better off out here than inside."

"Asher needs me! I should be in there holding his hand or, doing something," Violet argued, her voice rising in frustration.

"In the state he's in, if you tried holding his hand, he'd probably crush it," Roman said. "Griffin's stronger and can hold him down if needed. They've got him."

His tone was so calm and so sure, that Violet couldn't find it in her to fight it. She let out a long breath and leaned back against the wall, her heart heavy.

According to Adele, Asher's bones had shattered and begun healing on their own, but in the wrong alignment. If left alone, it would cost him strength, maybe even full use of his arm. The only option was to rebreak the bones, set them correctly, and heal them properly.

Violet didn't want to imagine what that kind of pain felt like.

Then again, maybe she could. Her own hand still throbbed. She had been trying to ignore it, hiding it behind her back when she could, but when she shifted her fingers and winced, Roman noticed.

He reached out suddenly, catching her injured hand with a frown.

"How long were you planning to hide this?" he asked, his voice low.

"It's nothing," Violet said quickly. "Just a little sore."

knuckles are swelling. That's

with her other hand. "It's really not a big deal.

that was it! Roman's patience

Do you think he's going to be grateful when he finds out you were hurting and didn't say anything? You think

like a whip, sharp and furious.

right. I

to cool down. After a moment, he stepped

for yelling,"

eyes for a second. She let herself sink into the moment, inhaling

"Come on. Let's

hesitated, casting one last look toward the

alert us when they're done,"

was how, for the first time

the back of his neck and muttered,

brow. "Roman,

she was being honest, she was dying to see what the inside of

hit her first,

The walls were deep obsidian and trimmed in silver. The

king-sized bed that could easily fit four, maybe five. The sheets

the opposite wall, strategically placed to catch the view of the

choosing instead to pretend it was for checking outfits. Or whatever lie

the nightstand and she scanned the titles. "The Art of War" , and "Poems That Make People Undress" . One of them was bookmarked with a receipt from a

then she

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