C A I T
For the first time, Roman let me walk to where we were going instead of picking me up and running at impossible speeds. The path to his cabin was filled with awkward silence, but I triedto pay more attention to our surroundings than I did him.
It didn’t work as well as I would have liked.
Roman opened the door for me to his cabin, and I went in, thankful that nearly thirty minutes had already passed with how slow I’d been walking.
“Do you spend a lot of time here?” I asked as he shut the door.
“Not usually. My pack relies on me for certain things, but it’s also nice to have my own space when I need it.”
I understood that. It was why I wanted to leave. I was only twenty-one. I still had so much living to do before I settled down.
I sat down in the only available chair, wantin
