Roman
I’m standing at the entrance of my building, wondering what the hell was wrong with Aella this morning. She seemed so uneasy, distant even. But before I can untangle another thread of that thought, I see her.
She’s running toward me like a spooked deer, her eyes wide and brimming with something that looks dangerously like fear. My heart doesn’t usually do somersaults, but it damn well does one now.
“Ella, what’s—” I breathe out as she all but slams into me, wrapping her arms around me like a lifeline. Something unfamiliar coils inside me. It’s a strange blend of concern and an almost primal sense of possession.
“Someone’s following me!” she says, looking behind her frantically before burying her head into my chest.
I have to stifle a possessive growl as my eyes shimmer to Alph
