#Chapter 108: Run and Hide

Roman’s Pov Standing back watching Robert run off like a pathetic wimp fills me with a miserable sense of regret. How could this weakling come from me? He’s probably more like his mom. I think back to that skank, I don’t even remember what her face looks like. Some memorable one nightstand that was. It’s not even cold out, yet my breath comes out in visible huffs of hot air. Sweat rolls down my back and blood pumps through my veins. I spit some blood on the ground. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the thrill of a fight. For a moment no one moves, not even the slimy journalist. My cell phone rings, cutting through the silence with a jarring interruption. I bend down to pick it up from the ground, it must’ve fell from my pocket at some point. I check the caller ID and see it’s my publicist, Cindy. “Yeah?” I grow bored as she fills me in on the latest reviews as per the fight between me and Robert. It used to fascinate me how quickly common werewolves tuned in to give their opin