Roman’s POV
I helped Jason with breakfast, though from the moment he returned from the room his mood had been foul. I wasn’t sure what had happened between him and Eira. Perhaps she had behaved as she usually did, and unlike me, Jason wasn’t accustomed to tolerating it. I had learned to remain calm, no matter how much she ignored me.
The reason I refused to take care of her today, it was because of last night. Watching Lucian nearly die had shaken me to the core, the same gut-wrenching fear I had felt six years ago when I lost the rest of my friends.
For a few terrible moments, I had hated Eira with every fibre of my being, even to the point of wanting her dead. That raw, unfiltered anger had rattled whatever softness I had begun to feel toward her over the past few days.
I needed dist
