Roman/ Oliver
Lord Martin sat at my side as our vehicle within the small caravan of royal-fleet cars progressed south through the Monovia region. It wasn't necessary to tell my assistant that I wasn't in a mood to talk. Some things about Roman Godfrey were becoming second nature, such as exemplifying my foul disposition.
Even with the overcast skies, I had a better view of the mountainous landscape. With each hairpin turn in the road and steep drop-off, I had a better understanding of Lucille's anxiety regarding our trip to Annabella. If I'd been better acquainted with the topography of the land, I would have never risked our lives during the heavy snowfall.
With my expression stern, I watched beyond the windows while my thoughts went back to finding Lucille in my bedchamber. To findi
