"Aah!" Asher's scream tore through the house, and Violet flinched like it had been her own pain. She couldn't take it anymore.
From the moment Adele arrived, Griffin had instructed Roman to take her out of the room, and the idiot had done exactly that without even blinking. Did they think she couldn't handle seeing Asher in pain? This was Asher they were talking about. Her precious Asher.
"I'm going back in," she said, stepping forward, only for Roman to block her path.
"I'm sorry, Violet. But you can't," Roman told her gently, arms outstretched. "Trust me, you're better off out here than inside."
"Asher needs me! I should be in there holding his hand or, doing something," Violet argued, her voice rising in frustration.
"In the state he's in, if you tried holding his hand, he'd probably crush it," Roman said. "Griffin's stronger and can hold him down if needed. They've got him."
