“I won’t break, Roman,” I stupidly state, but it only angers him further.
The silence continues as we walk to the parking lot.
He’s breathless as we march to his car, and I wonder if he’s moments away from exploding. I want to ask if he’s okay, but I think I’ll just make things worse. He almost tears the door from its hinges as he opens it for me.
Just when I thought this situation couldn’t get any more horrible, a sudden drop in temperature has the moon hiding for cover behind a sinister looking storm cloud. Peering up into the once clear sky, I see that things are about to turn nasty.
I jump into the Jeep, jarring when Roman slams the door shut behind me. What is his problem?
I watch as he rounds the hood, fisting both hands through his snarled hair. His bad mood has returned, and j
