Roan
Roan was out of his mind with the rage and jealousy bubbling inside him. Ever since last night when Mia seemed to care more about the faceless slave than himself, ever since he started to realize how deep those feelings she had for the slave were, he couldn’t find his peace. He’d ordered his men and women to be more brutal to the slave than ever but seeing his humiliation did not bring any soothe to Roan’s screaming soul.
Mia was there, in his feet, just as unruly as always, giving Roan her blood but nothing more and only because she was forced to do it. She kept her mouth shut, not confessing any of her secrets, playing with him as if their roles were reversed.
And then, when her eyes locked with those of the prisoner, Roan lost her completely. Even the taste of her blood someho
