Chapter 193

Violet’s P.O.V.

“Hands behind your back, sis.” She cooed. Her voice turned sharp when I refused to cooperate. “I could always remove your hands. Dad would forgive me eventually.”

I clasped my hands behind my back.

The wire was so tight that it immediately cut into my wrists, sending a million needle-like pricks into my flesh. It instantly silenced the voice of my wolf, pushing her presence down beneath a mountain of pain.

When she backed away I snarled, “What, no gag?”

Alice tapped the knife against her chin, thinking for a moment. She snapped her fingers, her heart-shaped face lighting up. “Scream and I’ll slit Olive’s throat. How’s that for incentive?”

The slow thud of my best friend’s heart rang in my ears, and I knew that Alice wasn’t bluffing. There was something else weighing on my mind, a question that I didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Did her Mom even fall down the stairs or was that just another piece in your game?”

Alice spun around slowly, halfway to the kitchen. That knife of her