It was strange, stepping back into the same room where his mate had nearly killed his mother just moments ago. Roman didn't even think about inviting Violet this time. This was his mess, and he'd deal with his parents himself.
"Where is she?" Alexa demanded, tapping her feet impatiently against the floor.
"Why?" Roman shot back, his voice dripping with venom. "So she can finish the job? Oh, right—" his lip curved in a snort—"you've always been a sucker for punishment. What a masochist." He muttered under his breath, but with meaning. Roman hadn't just heard the rumors about his mother, he'd witnessed it firsthand.
Fire flared in Alexa's eyes. She caught the jab immediately, and her mouth twisted. "Fine. Since you want to unpackage everything, let's do it right now."
