Chapter Seventy-Four. A Little Chat.
Staring up at the ceiling Roma let out a heavy breath as she lay on the bed in the guest room of Slasher’s apartment. Her mind was numb from all the thinking she had done over the past days, whilst being here. She was unsure if she was held captive or remained in the fancy apartment of her own free will. Maybe it was a mixture of both. On one hand, she knew that her mate would not allow her to leave. But, on the other, she found herself wanting to be there, with him. Not that he spent much time with her, his body rigid every time they encountered each other.
She wondered if the fact she had met her mate had reached Sergie’s ears. If he would be angry, how he would react. Once again, the other side of her consciousness prickled at her. Why should she
