“Is it that bad?” I asked. He sighed.
“Yes.” He responded finally and my heart skipped.
“But they deserved it, so you don’t have to feel sorry or guilty or scared.” He cupped my cheeks, making sure to look into my eyes.
“I will just make them suffer a bit, you know, for what they did.” That didn’t help me feel better. I wasn’t scared. However, I couldn’t say that I was surprised. I mean, a man was shot in that compound. His guards carried guns that could be used anytime, for a good reason.
“Is it Roman?” I asked, not sure about how I was supposed to feel. He looked at me, his eyes unsure of what to answer, or if he should answer me.
“Come on. I am your wife. If I don’t know this, who should?” He smiled and kissed my head again.
“Promise me that you won’t try to stop me.” He began an
