Allegra felt numb as she woodenly made her way back to her room. He had not said it back. Vladislav did not love her. His response had been to kiss her tenderly before he left. She could have sworn he looked nervous as he left her behind to create distance between them. It felt wrong, not being by his side after what they had just gone through together, but he obviously did not see it that way. She had fooled herself into believing that his protectiveness was indicative of how much he loved her, but it looked like he was just marking his territory.
As she drew nearer, she realised how unappealing the thought of returning to her empty room was. Her lounge was not an option, since she was certain it was still in disrepair after Vlad had practically used Mace to bulldoze the bar earlier. So,
