Alexander’s POV
I whipped around in time to see a couple of guards grabbing Joanne forcefully; I let out a guttural growl without meaning to, but that didn’t stop them from doing what I knew they were about to do.
One of them held a needle; I had no idea where he had gotten it or why he kept it on hand, but it suddenly pierced through Joanne’s soft flesh, and I saw blood filling a small vial attached to the needle.
She let out a screech of pain, and it took everything inside of me not to gut these assholes alive for touching her like that. Tears spilled down her cheeks as they tossed her aside as if she was nothing more than trash they wanted to dispose of.
I caught her before she landed on the ground; my arms draping around her protectively. I grabbed her arm to assess the damage.
