Chapter 70 A Well-deserved Death

• “Let her go, Armani.” Roland’s voice carried the weight of steel. “Do that, and you all get to walk out of here alive.”
• Roland addressing the wicked female Alpha by her rather male-sounding second name could’ve made me cackle if not for the situation.
• Adrianna’s laugh pierced my ears as she pressed the gun harder against my temple. “Oh, how noble. The guard dog thinks he can make demands.” Her finger traced the trigger. “Drop your weapon if you want to see your precious Farrah take another breath, troll.”