Rose watched with abject admiration – despite everything going wrong with her at that moment – how Roman kept kicking the kitchen door with fervor… She wanted to hug him for following her himself. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but sadly couldn’t.
Her throat spasmed painfully. The air grew scarcer. And she began to feel faint.
She wanted to claw at her clothes, in desperate need of oxygen as she was, but refused to alarm Roman some more. He was already doing the best he could.
Stefan arrived just as the door to the kitchen fell apart.
“Took your damned sweet time getting here,” Roman glowered at his right-hand man, his sneer wicked and promising worlds of pain. Rose’s eyes softened, seeing the worry etched on Roman’s face, obvious for all to see.
“Scarlett refused to gi
