The floorboard creaked again.
Sienna and Roman stayed frozen in the living room, bodies still pressed close, listening. Upstairs, a door opened. Soft footsteps moved down the hall. Then the sound of the master bedroom door closing. Silence returned.
Roman’s hand stayed firm on the back of her neck. His breath was warm against her temple.
“She’s gone back to bed,” he murmured.
Sienna nodded, but her heart would not slow down. The almost-discovery still sat sharp in her chest. Roman’s earlier words echoed in her head.
I’m not letting you go. Not even if it costs me everything.
He tilted her face up. His eyes were dark, hungry, and completely focused on her.
“Come with me.”
He did not wait for an answer. He took her hand and led her down the hallway toward the study. The door closed b
