"This is what happens when Caspian Thornecrest doesn't keep his blood-oath promises. If he won't stop, you'll pay," the man growled, his canines elongated, eyes flashing amber with his wolf just beneath the surface.
It was then I spotted a familiar dark vehicle pulling onto the forest road. Caspian was inside. Scarlett Ashwood sat in the passenger seat beside him, her blonde head tilted toward his shoulder. I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate.
"Help me!"
Caspian glanced at me through the window. His expression did not change. Not a flicker. Not a flinch.
Instead, he turned to his Omega Attendant and cupped his hands over her ears, as if shielding her from danger. As if she were the one who needed protecting.
"Don't listen, don't look, or you'll have nightmares tonight," he murmured coolly.
Then the window rolled up, and the vehicle sped away, leaving nothing behind but the fading scent of cedarwood and betrayal.
I was left there alone. Tears carved hot trails down my cheeks. The enforcers did not hesitate.