However beautiful the scene may have seemed — at least to Alaric — the moment of passion had reached a dangerous precipice.
Violet and Roman, completely overtaken by their desires, were preparing to cross the line.
Violet's fingers were already working feverishly at Roman's belt, while Roman tore his shirt off, his muscles taut with need.
The gods help them! Where the hell was Asher, and why was he taking so damn long?
"D-don't do this…." Alaric managed to groan, his voice strained as he dragged his body across the ground, struggling against the venom coursing through his system. But his plea fell on deaf ears. Roman and Violet were too far gone, consumed by the fire that burned between them.
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