A hard knock raps against the door. That must mean Roman is here. He hasn't come over enough where he seems comfortable just to walk into the house. I think it's sweet he still knocks. It gives me a warning and a second to get ready. My stomach growls as I start to wonder what he brought for food.
Without looking, I open the door. This is not Roman. My heart drops and my breath is taken away as I stand paralyzed. Not him. Before I can slam the door in this monster's face, he pushes his way inside. He looks almost as bad as I do. Part of me wonders how much of the victim card he has played. Sloan is never the bad guy in his mind. He is either the victor or the victim. His face looks like he means business.
Sloan is the last person I want to see. My legs start to shake in fear. After thi
