Roman Eliot

Twenty-four

Roman Eliot

“What did you do to her?” Aion asked when Nora had left.

Roman furrowed his brows together. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Nora,” he said, “she looked very bothered about something. And by that, I mean hot and bothered.”

Roman growled. “Never use the phrase ‘hot and bothered’ in reference to my Luna. Alright?”

Aion chuckled. “Fine, only making an observation.”

He smirked. “I didn’t do anything to her. Only, I let her make the choice about whether or not we were going to have sex. And then she got very flustered and left.”

Aion smirked. “You’re evil.”

He shrugged. “I’m only doing what a mature, responsible young man should do before having sexual relations. Asking for consent.”

“You’re still evil,” Aion said.

Roman then noticed bite marks on Aion’s neck. He raised an eyebrow. “Did Lucy stay? You know she’s always welcome here.”

Aion rolled his eyes. “No, she’s not welcome here. The rest of the pack have made that very clear by the several times