#Chapter 195: Dangerous Distractions

Roman reads the threat before I can think to hide it. As he does, a red hue begins to swirl in his eyes swallowing all other color there.

“Roman,” I whisper, hoping the softness in my voice might help calm him, when he seems so very much like he might shift at any moment.

The fingers of his free hand curl, claw-like. The other grips the dagger in a white-knuckled grip. His shoulders are square, hi