Roman was slipping right through her fingers. Elsie had known it the moment he walked out of her room without looking back.
The Roman of the past wouldn't have left her like that. No, he would have stayed behind, wrapped himself around her, and comforted her until she felt better.
But look at him now.
Perhaps she was reading too much into it. But her womanly instincts — that has never failed her — was tingling, especially with Violet Purple around. That filthy rogue still loomed in the picture like an unsightly stain she couldn't scrub off.
It had been thrilling at first, knowing that Asher, the untamable one, the most ruthless of them all, had no choice but to attempt to court her. Until Violet swooped in, robbing her of that last shred of satisfaction
Elsie clenched her jaw. She had to act quickly. Asher be damned. Violet was a rogue, and rogues would be treated the way rogues should be.
