I grabbed his arm, “Yes, Roman. You're going to help me with this.”
“You heard me. That's a ridiculous plan to hatch. Your sister's wedding is in three days. Do you know the chaos you're about to birth?”
“Why are you reacting this way? Why do you care?”
“Because you're not thinking, Sav.” He snapped, “You're ruled by anger and jealousy and it's clouding your sense of reasoning.
Now guess what? Your ex is still going to walk down that f*****g aisle and slide that damn ring onto your sister's finger.
And you know what? You’re going to stand beside her and smile like you're happy for her even though you're planning her untimely demise. That's what's going to happen.”
He grabbed my shoulders—not roughly, but enough to make me still. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unflinching. “D
