There was a battle going on in his eyes. Whatever he had to say, he didn’t want to. Wrinkles formed between his brow, and a frown deepened around his lips. I itched to touch him and make him smile again. Yet, I had no clue why. I tried to fight what was happening to me, but it felt too good to back away from.
Roman seemed to come to the same conclusion as he moved closer to me and whispered, “You’re mine, Cait. The other half of my soul.”
Instead of feeling better at understanding what was happening, his words were like ice water being dumped over my head. I tensed within his hold, remembering the conversation I’d just had with Ramona and Embry. Had they known? Did Embry keep this from me? I was going to kill her if so.
Roman backed up a pace. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
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