Cain's expression remained cool and calm as he focused his gaze on Violet. She could feel the heat of his scrutiny, but no matter how much it burned, she couldn't bring herself to look back at him.
The weight of the order he had given still rang in her mind, the echoes of her words sentencing Rane to death. Violet's eyes remained unfocused, fixed on the floor, when the sound of measured footsteps pulled her from her daze. She glanced up just in time to see Cain walk past her, his tall frame cutting through the tense air as he strode out of the bathroom and into the main bedroom.
Instinctively, Violet hesitated, her legs refusing to move. She wanted to stay behind, to hide away in the bathroom where the intensity of his presence wouldn't reach her. But her plan was short-lived. Cain's hand seized her arm, his grip firm yet coldly steady, as he pulled her along without sparing her a second glance. He didn't let go until they stood before his desk.
