‘When are you planning to wake up, cara mia?'
Rome couldn't stop phasing back and forth in his room. He hadn't been smoking for days, but then looking at the only woman he cared about was forcing him to.
Margaux was still unconscious minutes after he dared her. Should he have known that Margaux would react that way, then he could have started teaching her something more manageable for her. Morse code, assassin theories, goddamn just anything.
Getting even more stressed, Rome raked his fingers through his hair. He had never worried about anyone this much, and this unpleasing feeling wasn't something he was accustomed to. He didn't want to succumb to it. However, how was he to avoid it if it was Margaux's survival which was at stake?
Before Rome could even think, his feet already walked
