"Thank you for seeing me out, but I really don't see the need. I'm going to be fine," Violet told Griffin, who had insisted on being her escort that morning.
She had been in bed, blissfully relishing the warmth of her boyfriends when the message came into her phone.
[Daisy: Come to the shack ASAP.]
And just like that, Violet was forced to leave the fine sandwich of bodies she'd been stuck between.
Roman had unconsciously shifted back to his human form during the night, Asher had sprawled on her other side, while Alaric occupied the foot of her bed like a loyal hound. Everyone was still dead asleep except Griffin, who had taken up guard duty on the couch.
The moment her phone beeped, Griffin was already up, alert as always. And now here they were.
"The message didn't seem fine," he answered gruffly, his gaze cautiously scanning their surroundings as if expecting someone to pop out of the forest and attack her.
