The safehouse felt smaller now that he was here.
Even the walls that was nothing but damp concrete, seemed to sweat under the pressure of his presence.
He was just so dominating.
Roman didn't sit even when I offered him a seat; He didn't pace either.
He simply stood by the narrow, barred window, watching me.
He looked like a statue carved from volcanic rock.
I watched him from across the table, while my fingers nervously drummed an uneven rhythm against the wood.
I had spent my life around dangerous men.
I had eaten with them, did business with them, and buried them. But Roman was a different breed.
If Bane Valak was a shark; Roman was the deep water itself.
"You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes, Roman," I said, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears. "I’m certa
