The gasps in the atmosphere turn into screams.
My insufferable husband, Roman is now in Noah’s face, his hand fisted into his shirt as he shoves him harder against the table.
And when I look at Roman’s eyes, what I see in them makes me shudder. But not in fear for my life.
In fear for Noah’s.
Because the dark fury that is currently glowing in Roman’s eyes looks hot enough to even start a f*****g fire.
Vanessa lets out a shocked gasp, slapping her hand over her mouth.
Seth is still there too, but he’s now gone silent. He’s just staring down at his hands.
It hurts to look away, but I do it anyway.
“You must’ve lost your f*****g mind,” Roman growls.
Noah stares up at him in shock, blinking like he’s trying to comprehend how bloody fast this all happened. How he ended up beneath Roman
