“What are you doing? I told you to stay in the car.” Worry marred every part of Roan’s face, from his eyes to the downward curve of his mouth. His hand lifted, like he was going to touch me, but he clenched it into a fist and dropped it again, flicking a cautious glance at Eduard. “It looked like something was wrong.” Sighing, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his. So brave and so fucking stupid. He didn’t even bring the gun with him. I didn’t know what his brilliant plan had been, but I appreciated the gesture all the same.
