Apparently, release didn't mean freedom. Christian had assigned a werewolf guard to watch over Roman, and even now, as a servant led him toward his quarters, the guard followed closely behind.
Leon was there too, walking silently at his side. His presence said everything Roman needed to know, though he didn't speak. Roman's jaw clenched as he stalked down the hall, anger burning in every step.
"This is your—" the servant began, trying to introduce the room, but Roman didn't wait. He shoved the door open and stormed inside.
Leon caught the door before it slammed shut and stepped in after him. "Roman," he called after him firmly.
But Roman ignored him, striding inside. Unfortunately, there wasn't much space to retreat to, and Leon quickly caught up. He grabbed Roman's shoulder and spun him around.
"What the hell do you want?!" Roman barked, his voice raw with rage.
