*Roanne's POV*
The scent of food mingled with a hint of fresh air from the trees as we huddled in the corner of the university cafeteria, a safe haven carved out among the crowd. We were having lunch, and I felt nervous for what I wanted to tell her. My hands trembled slightly, betraying my nerves as I leaned closer to her.
"Michael asked me to move into a place he owns," I whispered, eyeing the caution that immediately veiled Lizzie's features. "It's more spacious, secure."
"Roanne," she started, her tone laced with surprise and concern, "Are you sure about this?"
I bit my lip, a knot forming in my stomach. "I haven't said yes... yet." My mind flashed back to Sebastian's sneer, the way his fingers had dug into my skin. "But considering what Sebastian's capable of, I..." I shuddered. "
