Roman’s POV
The woman, cold as ice and lost in her thoughts, blinked rapidly as the sudden wetness snapped her back to reality.
She looked at Fluffy, her eyes softening faintly. "Fluffy, you’re still like this. You really need a beating."
It was the exact softly annoyed tone she used to scold him in the past—and for a fleeting second, it felt like the old Eira was still there.
She tried to move, perhaps to stop him, but gasped as pain lanced through her chest. Her ribs. The sudden movement must’ve strained them.
I rushed to her side.
Lucian arrived a moment later. His angry gaze was fixed entirely on Fluffy.
"You just wait," he muttered. "I’m chopping your tail off so you don’t wag it at some random b***h anymore."
I clenched my fist, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
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