112 Don't breathe it!

Though Roman didn't have a smile on his lips, there was a subtle hint of it in the way he looked at Azazel Donovan, who stood in front of his cell. 

"Where is she?" Donovan asked Roman in a casual tone. 

"Somewhere safe," replied Roman, his eyes not breaking contact with Donovan. The Elder vampire nodded his head. 

At first, Donovan had been irked by the thought that someone had tried to make a fool of him. But then he thought if there was a person who could surpass him, it was only Roman. The boy had potential, and deep within himself, the Elder saw himself in the boy's eyes. 

"What are you going to do now?" Donovan questioned Roman. "You know you cannot protect the girl forever and as any other human, she is going to die one day. Now or later, because of their short span of life and then you will be left heartbroken, Rome. Not that I mind, but I cannot have you showing compassion to the humans."