Chapter 71: Power and Protection
(Scarlett's POV)
The air inside the containment cell was stifling. My fingers grazed the scratches on my wrist left by the enforcers—a reminder of their rough handling. They’d tried to intimidate me with their so-called authority, but I’d seen through their act. They were nothing more than pawns, scurrying around, hoping to impress the Council.
I leaned back, crossing my arms as my lips curled into a faint, cold smirk. Let them try. Roman would come.
The silence of the cell was shattered by a sudden explosion. The heavy door tore off its hinges, landing with a deafening thud against the wall. Dust swirled in the dim light, but the figure standing in the doorway was unmistakable.
Roman Thorne.
His imposing form filled the room, his icy blue eyes
