Roman's POV
After Kael and Rafe left, I returned by Eira's side to keep her company while Lucian and Rafe were keeping a watch on the security arrangements, continuously in contact with the security guards around the estate.
The werewolf world was entirely unpredictable when you had something with you that everyone wanted, and at this moment, that something was Eira.
Eira was in the drawing room, sitting quietly on the sofa with Vixen in her lap and Fluffy lying at her feet on the carpeted floor. These two felt like her pets rather than ours.
I was not sure what to talk to her about when she treated every one of us like air. But I couldn't give up on her—in fact, none of us could. Or we wouldn't be worried to protect her, and Kael wouldn't have rushed to the council to face those annoying assholes.
