Violet POV

“You will not do any such thing,” Ilene pleaded even as she was lifted by the warriors. “Da—Dane,” she said, breathless. “Ple—please Dane, don’t do anything to George.”

Dane looked at his mother, trying his best to stop the swirl of emotions in his chest. “You never liked my father. Your hatred for him carried on to Dave. You loathed the fact that I got married to Violet only because you didn’t want Chris Llyod’s smell on your pups. It is not ...