Eira's POV
Since the moment Roman left home, I wasn't feeling well. I just wished he had stayed home.
"Why the long face, Caldwell?" I heard Rafe as he came to sit next to me by the window side on my mattress.
If I tell him, he will think something else and start teasing me about Roman.
"Nothing," my tone was dismissive as I resumed reading the book about pregnancy.
"It's been hours and your expression is still the same since Roman left home," he said. "Missing him already?"
This bastard!
Is it written on my face for him to know it? But it's not that I am missing him, but something strange and unsettling. Even if I tell this bloodsucker, he won't understand and will simply tease me.
"It's not that. Now get lost and let me read," I turned around to face the other way.
He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "After having some fun with Kael last night, now you don't even miss him? Tsk! Poor Roman," he teased."
I quickly turned to look at him in shock.
