ROMAN POV

I dismount, approach Darrick with respect,

"Thanks for letting Claire go with us," I say, gratitude in effect.

Darrick nods, resigned, "No problem, Roman," hollow tone,

My eyes narrow, sensing something's not quite shown.

"Darrick, is everything okay?" I ask with concern,

His gaze drifts to Rose, longing in his eyes, forlorn.

"No, Roman," he admits, tormented, "I still love her so,"

Vixen, Rose, my heart sinks, unexpected, I know.

My face hardens, protective, "Rose is mine, Darrick," I warn,

Firm, Darrick's eyes flash, acknowledging defeat, torn.

"I know," he whispers, resigned, "But I couldn't help myself,"

My voice softens, sympathy, "Darrick, move on," I advise with wealth....