Lucille
Roman dropped my hand as he took a step back. “You saw her—Inessa. Where?"
“I think I saw her," I corrected. “I've never officially met her—not in person, but I believe it was her."
“Where? Was it at the speech?" His jaw clenched. “Do you believe the Volkovs were in Forthwith watching you? Did you see the prince? What…?"
I closed my eyes as his questions continued, his volume rising, and his gestures becoming more animated. In many ways, this Roman had truly taken on the mannerisms of his predecessor.
His gentle grasp of my shoulders came milliseconds before he spoke, his tone now softer. “Lucille, don't leave me."
Blinking, I stared up at his handsome face, seeing the concern in his furrowed brow and the swirl of emotion in his dark eyes. “I'm not going anywhere."
Roman
