A Warrior’s Second Chance novel Chapter 447

THIRD POV

The room fell quiet the moment Alexander walked out.

A heavy quiet.

The kind that settled after something explosive had just happened.

Faye hesitated briefly at the doorway, her eyes shifting toward Roman once again.

He was still sitting there looking drained, sweat clinging to his skin, his breathing steady now.

Then she followed after Alexander.

And just like that-

It was only Helen and Roman left in the room.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Roman took a deep breath, his muscles still feeling strained from whatever the magic had done to him.

There was lingering pressure beneath his skin.

An unnatural heaviness sitting inside his chest.

But compared to earlier-

He was stabilizing far too quickly.

Helen stood across from him, watching him with an intensity Roman found deeply uncomfortable.

It didn’t look like anger to him.

That was the strange part.

After everything he had done-

After tampering with her ritual items behind her back-

Helen did not look angry.

If anything-

She looked intrigued.

Helen looked at him like she was trying to pull something apart in her head.

Like he had suddenly become a puzzle she needed to solve.

Roman exhaled slowly before finally speaking first.

“I should apologize to you too,” he said quietly.

Helen didn’t react.

Roman swallowed slightly.

“I know I messed with your ritual,” he continued. “But you gave me no choice.”

Still nothing.

“I came to you directly,” Roman added. “And you turned me away. So I found another way.”

Helen interrupted him immediately.

“Who are you?”

Roman blinked once.

The question genuinely caught him off guard.

His brows pulled together faintly.

“What?”

Helen’s expression never changed.

“Who are you?” she repeated calmly.

Roman stared at her for a second before answering carefully.

“I’m Roman.”

Helen tilted her head slightly.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

Something about the way she said it made the room feel colder.

Roman frowned faintly now.

Then Helen asked again-

“Who are you really?”

Roman let out a short laugh despite himself.

It wasn’t that anything was funny.

It was mostly because the question sounded ridiculous.

“Ma’am, I have no answer to your question.”

Helen stayed silent.

Roman shook his head slightly.

“I only know my name,” he said to her. “Nothing more.”

His voice lowered a little.

“And I’m pretty sure you already heard that.”

He gestured faintly toward himself.

“It’s true.”

But Helen cut him off before he could continue.

“Cut the crap.”

The sharpness in her voice immediately wiped the faint amusement off Roman’s face.

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