VIOLET’S POV
I didn’t need to look into the mirror to know how much of a mess I looked.
My clothes were taterred, whole body littered with bruises. My hair was all over the place, tangled and looked the most disheveled it had looked in ages.
I felt weak to the bones and definitely looked the part.
Mikalov had refused to show me even the tiniest ounce of kindness. His sister was no different as they both took turns to torture me and remind me of how much danger i was in by being with them.
I couldn’t tell much about what was going on but I knew Mikhalov had definitely sent the video alongside his declaration of war to Luciano. Just the thought of that worried me and like a fool, I began to worry about him even more than I could worry about myself.
I didn’t want to imagine how much an
