Samara
When we get back into the SUV, Roman is quiet, lost in his thoughts. I don’t try to start a conversation. I’m lost in my own thoughts. What the hell was that in there? He looked ... grief stricken, like losing Teddy nearly broke him.
‘I told you, Samara. I don’t think he was involved. I don’t want to kill them,' Ayla says.
I glance over at Roman. He’s rubbing his hand over his jaw in a way that feels like a habit, a habit he has when he’s stressed or uptight.
‘I want to get more information, but I won’t kill him, not yet. Not until I get proof that he was involved. He really did seem upset about not being there in time.’
‘Thank you,’ Ayla says, sounding like something tight inside her just relaxed. I sigh. Of course she wouldn’t want to help me kill her mate, but if I find proo
