ROME
Tension was building up and Rome sensed it. He couldn't sell Elora but there was no way he could resist without calling attention to himself. He was sure that someone had recognized her, there wasn't any other explanation for Farrel's request.
He stood directly in front of Elora blocking her from the slaver’s view. He knew she would be terrified and he didn't want Farrel sniffing that out.
Farrel took a step forward, trying to stand on his toes so as to reach Rome's height, but he still wasn't close. His breath was breath warm on Rome's face and the smell of alcohol stung his nose.
"Lycan, this shouldn't end in a brawl. I warn you. Take the offer or you won’t be walking out of here at all." Farrel was far from his usual excited self. He was dead serious.
Rome knew he needed to a
