It had been two days since Tomas had made his request to Alice. She had agreed but needed time to prepare the tea and the triggers.
Alice had done her best to avoid Roman at every turn, but of course, he had found her.
“Alice… dear, sweet, Alice,” he whispered, holding her body pressed to the wall. Her hands pinned above her, and his hip turned into her, blocking any movement of her legs.
He had caught her by surprise. She was too focused on the mounting headache, she hadn’t smelled him or felt that sense of danger that naturally came off of him.
As she had turned the corner, he grabbed her and slammed her hard to the wall. The headache that had been building erupted in pain and white blurs in her vision.
“You don’t call, you don’t write, it almost feels like you’re avoiding me…” he whispered with a grin. “Seems a bit rude, don’t you think?”
He lifted her chin toward him, Alice clenched her jaw as she looked back into his burning eyes.
