Jameson went on, "Violet technically has no authority, no support, she's no legacy, and her mother is a—" The woman caught herself at the last second, realizing exactly what she was about to say.
Except it was too late.
She felt the subtle shift in the air as the Alphas tensed, their expressions tightening at once.
In that instant, Jameson understood she was alone, and as good as dead meat if these boys decided to make a move. They'd kill her before she could even scream.
"You mean to say…" Roman's voice had lost all its usual playfulness, replaced with a cold and unsettling aura, "Her mother's the wife of an Alpha, right?"
That was not what Jameson meant, but one look into Roman's eyes which was no longer mischievous but dead, viper-green and dangerous, she realized he was giving her a chance. A single lifeline, which was to say the right thing, or suffer the consequences.
Jameson chose the right one.
