Roman was full of surprises.
"So, you can control animals?" Violet arched a brow at him. "How did I not know? You don't seem to invest in that particular skill."
They sat on the bed with their backs to the wall. Sure, the room was wrecked, but where else could they go? It was just a gaping hole in the wall, not the apocalypse. Outside, night air slipped through the break, carrying the faint hum of the temple beyond. The bed at least was still intact, and that was enough.
Besides, the mating fever had cooled to a dull ember, no longer suffocating her thoughts. By morning, she'd be out of here. She couldn't wait another hour. After that witch's attack, Violet needed to see the rest of her men and make sure they were alive, breathing, and preferably not doing anything stupid. Then she'd figure out the rest of this madness.
