Eira's POV
When I thought the other two would leave since Lucian was here to take care of Roman, that bloodsucker walked straight toward me and lifted my feet.
"Bastard, what are you doing?" I snapped, sinking my feet back.
"Just making a place for myself to sit," he replied, sitting on the other end of the couch. He caught my ankles and tugged until my legs stretched into his lap. "You can rest your feet comfortably here."
"No need." I was about to pull back again, but he held firm. "How about receiving a foot massage while you rest and I tell you a story from Roman's past?"
The words made me freeze. A story about Roman? My curiosity betrayed me—I wanted to know.
Rafe smirked. "The title is—'A Pitiful Child and a Witch Mother'… or maybe a bitch mother. You choose the other half of the title."
I glanced at the other two, Lucian and Jason. Their expressions told me they had already decided together to tell me about Roman.
