SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
Word about Roman traveled faster than I expected.
By the time I made it to my second class of the day, I'd already overheard three different versions of what had happened in the dining hall — that Roman Castillo had looked at me like I was nothing, that he'd nearly snarled, that his wolf had surfaced behind his eyes for half a second before he walked away. Each retelling added a little more drama, a little more danger, until I almost didn't recognize the moment I'd actually lived through.
What none of them knew, what I hadn't told a single soul besides Lina, was that this wasn't new. Roman didn't need an audience to look at me like I was a stain on his floor. He'd already shown me exactly what he thought of me, alone, behind a locked door, where no rumor could ever
