VIOLET’S POV
Tracy was hot on my trail as we rushed up to the girl on the floor worry washing over me. I placed a hand on her neck checking for a pulse, she’s alive. Severely injured but alive.
“Trace, I need you to hold on to her.” I said through gritted teeth standing up with the girl in my arms. Her eyes were unfocused undoubtedly from dizziness and my heart felt for her.
I could already feel my blood boiling at this point as rage filled my chest. What could she have done to possibly deserve such treatment? I’m going to kill him. I thought making a move towards the kitchen area only for someone to step in front of me.
Big, fat and ugly were the words I could describe this rogue.
“Not to mention disgusting,” Aria scoffed scrunching her nose from the filth that stood in front of us.
