DARIUS’S POV
The searing pain of silver against my wrists, was what brought me back to the land of consciousness. I winced as I opened my eyes, testing my strength to see if I could break free.
A voice across the room stopped me in my tracks, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I looked up, searching for the person that spoke, “Who are you and what do you want? Where is Dakota and the triplets?”
A low chuckle alerting me to the man’s whereabouts, I turned my head, finding him standing against the wall near the door. Roman.
He walked towards me slowly, a grin evident on his face. “Dakota is occupied at this current time. Don’t even think about trying to help her, she’s as good as dead now that we have her in our possession.”
I growled and struggled against the chain
