LUCKITA’S POV
Hands grabbed me before I could even think. I felt the thick fingers of my captor digging into my arms as one of the men yanked me toward the doorway. Aleron growled, low and warning, but the moment he moved, two others slammed him into the wall. His head snapped back from the force and the wooden frame shook.
I tried to hold on to something, anything, yet my hands slipped. The sketch fell from Aleron’s grip and fluttered to the ground like a useless, betrayed secret.
“Let her go,” Aleron snarled, straining against the weight of the men who pinned him. His veins bulged along his neck, and his eyes were threatening to change again.
The guard holding me scoffed. “She is coming with us. She is evidence.”
Evidence. My heart began to drum loudly in my chest. I had been warned
