Violet
Ben, as Theodore called him, was still growling, panting, heaving, and glaring at me like he was seconds away from attacking me.
"This is Violet," he said calmly. "She's going to be my wife soon. Why don't you tell me what happened."
He growled again but he seemed to be calming down. Theodore’s presence seemed to be doing more than his words, but I didn't let my guard down. The gnawing, uneasy, feeling in my gut remained.
Ben clenched his fists, frustration still simmering in his eyes.
“She looked at me like I was some kind of threat, like I’d attack the children,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m not a rogue anymore—I’m part of Midnight.”
Before I could speak, Theodore shook his head.
“Violet didn’t mean any harm,” he said, his voice steady, almost soothing. “She simply mis
