The moment Violet saw Elijah standing beside the sleek black limousine at the entrance, she knew their plan had just gone to hell.
"Ahh, just the couples I was looking for," Elijah's eyes lit up, assessing them. "Come, we're riding together to the airport."
Violet, Roman, and Griffin exchanged a glance. This wasn't just bad news, it was a nightmare.
"Your Majesty, that is so kind of you," Violet said, forcing a flattering smile through clenched teeth. "However, my mates and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you. We already—"
"Are you refusing a king's order, Violet?" Elijah's voice dropped, cold and dangerous, his gaze pinning her at the spot.
"Of course not," Violet said quickly, her tongue burning with all the curses she wanted to hurl at him. Instead, she bit down hard on her lip.
This man was a grade A asshole, and she wanted nothing more than to claw that smug expression off his face.
