Where the hell was she?
Violet Purple stood in the middle of an unfamiliar hallway, her senses on high alert. Strange looking lights lit up the path toward a bold red door ahead that pulsed slightly as though it was waiting for her.
Her brows furrowed. What the hell is this?
A hand landed gently on her shoulder and she spun around on instinct, already halfway to a defensive strike until she saw the familiar face.
"Asher?" she breathed, stunned to see him. "What are you doing here? What's going on?"
Before Asher could respond, there was a loud grunt and a dull thud.
Roman and Alaric materialized from thin air, crashing to the floor in a heap.
"Dude, why are you so heavy?" Roman wheezed from underneath Alaric.
"Speak for yourself," Alaric muttered, pushing off him.
But before either could fully stand, a third body fell right on top of them.
It was Griffin.
"I think I just broke a spleen," Roman grunted again, his face mashed against the floor.
