Chapter 62 Roland The Protector

• “Or I'll break every finger you used to point at her.” Roland’s voice was soft and deadly, his words reverberating. He cleared his throat and I was snapped of my musing. “Perhaps this is the day I'll start getting creative when it comes to torture.”
• The color drained from their faces as they spun around, turning away quickly. But he was faster. Roland towered over them, his green eyes glazed but still held authority. The casual charm was gone, replaced by something that made even my blood run cold.
• “We didn't know she was with anyone—” the tall one, the first one who whistled at me, stammered.