LOGAN'S POV
I could release her with a snap of my fingers. Only on one condition, you'd call the shots.
Zane's voice echoed at the back of my mind, as I watched Aliona strut in and out of the dressing room, her face forlorn.
Meanwhile, Sophia and the other cheerleers giggled like they'd just slammed a multi-million dollar deal. Orion twisted, pale with a need to rush towards her, and hold her close.
I was about to inch closer to them, when Zane's voice reached my ears. “Remember you need to call the shots, else I'll throw her back to the dungeon,” He said, and added almost immediately. “Father wouldn't see any problem with that, given her fault,”
I hesitated. Then, gave him a stiff nod. I cursed under my breath, as I inched closer to them, the scorching pain of several pairs of e
