New tension filled the air the next morning. The two of us skirting around like we hadn't kissed, like Roman hadn't knocked on my door last night, like I hadn't pretended not to hear it.
Maybe he thought I was asleep or that he'd knocked too lightly. I heard every scrape of his knuckles over the thin paneled door. Two knocks, a long pause, him probably rousing himself before he gave another three. It wasn't long after that that the lights from the main room went out and I sat up. Strode across the room and gathered my strength not to chase after him.
Reviewing my day as I watched over the city from my bedroom balcony, I sturdied for things to just get harder. Roman was nearing the snare but it'd take time before he was trapped, paralyzed and under my command. Unwillingly, I'd gotten the
