"Roman, you have to stop this. Trust me, you don't know what you're doing, neither does she. You're under her control, this isn't what you want," Alaric's voice was imploring as he tried to pull his cardinal brother back from the edge.
But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Roman's focus was locked entirely on Violet, who pressed herself against him, her chest flush against his. And to make it worse, Roman, entranced, reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
Oh, hell no. Not happening. Not on his watch.
Alaric moved swiftly, grabbing Roman by the arm and yanking him away from Violet. For a brief moment, he succeeded in separating them, but the look Roman shot him made Alaric's heart skip a beat.
It was said never to snatch prey from the jaws of a lion, and Alaric had just done exactly that.
