Chapter 120

• Iris POV
• I confess, it was with some astonishment, hopefully hidden, that I watched Olivia oversee the Rogues’ repairs to the carriage. The men and women, alphas and betas—there were no omegas among them—worked quietly and efficiently, and soon the carriage was sound again. I think it might have been better than before.
• They were a sorry-looking bunch, I confessed to myself. Denis hadn’t treated them well, which was disgusting for any Alpha. I saw what were obviously clothes for children poorly patched and stretched out for grown men and women. I saw extended bellies and sallow eyes.