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When I got into the elevator, Roman followed, but he stood a distance away from me, his fists clenched.
I stared at his side profile, at the clenches of his jaw, his lips that were pressed tight, and I didn't know what to ask him. I didn't know the right question to ask first.
I hated that I was being cautious around him, but I just couldn't help myself.
I hated how I was afraid to speak to him. Roman has always made me feel safe, like I could be myself with him. Now every glance in his direction felt like stepping closer to a sleeping wolf, afraid that every step might wake it.
Back in Elias’ office, the look in his eyes had sent a chill down my spine. It was worse than the look that was there last night when he saw Jude close to me.
I decided to set caution aside and a
