~Oreva~
Every head jerks towards him as he closes in on us. His eyes glint like dark fire. The air thickens like the whole room suddenly remembers who’s in charge. The noise dies and the laughter fades.
His gaze lands on Arielle. The tank in her hand. Me at the side like a helpless kitten.
He doesn’t raise his voice. “Return it.”
One word. That’s all it takes for Arielle’s fingers to tremble. She stumbles forward and holds it out. Roshan takes the tank without looking at her and steps closer to me. The world blurs as he reconnects it. Hands steady, movements precise. I flinch when his knuckles brush my skin. My lungs burn as air floods back in, and the first deep breath feels like heaven.
“Breathe slowly,” he murmurs. Too calm. Too quiet.
I nod, because speaking is impossible. Eve
