Roman was gone by the time Violet woke up from her sleep.
Good thing for him because had he still been there, she would have introduced his smug face to her clenched fist for blatantly disobeying her wishes and sharing her bed. The audacity.
But deep down, Violet knew she could never have rejected Kitten Roman. That bastard knew just how to slither past her defenses. The cat was her weakness, and Roman knew it alright.
Stretching out with a groan, Violet sat up, rubbing at her tired eyes. She was just about to swing her legs off the bed when her phone lit up on the nightstand.
It was a message. Curious, she reached for it and tapped her screen.
[When are you going to reveal Elsie's secret?]
Violet's frown deepened as she read the message twice, then a third time.
What the hell?
