Vera stared up at Roman, her chest rising and falling, and she breathed heavily.
She hadn't smelt him, didn't even for once realize he was behind her. How long had he been there? What did he hear?
You've got to be kidding me. She thought, swallowing.
Her body shuddered in so much dread, she found it hard to even get up from the floor. Roman was clearly suspecting her and if he even sniffed a whiff of what she was doing, he might kill her. While Caesar may not go that far, Roman was a different case and maybe that was why they had never really been on good terms.
"I asked you a question," Roman said, his expressionless eyes locked on her.
She forced herself to her feet, scoffing a bit. "What is your problem?"
"I asked you a fucking question, Vera. Who were you talking to? And who was awake?"
She balled her hands into fists. "It's none of your business." She glared at him. "I don't have to tell you who I am talking to. And you really need to start minding your business."
