The darkness of the sub-level bunker pressed against my temples, and the freezing air was slowly turning my fingers into numb icicles. But the silence was the worst part. It was broken only by my fractured breathing and the frantic, heavy pounding of my heart echoing in my ears.
When the iron door screeched again, I didn't even raise my head. I expected Roman. I expected him to grab my shoulders again, demanding encryption keys, burning me with his arctic contempt. But the footsteps were lighter, more controlled.
"Tessa," Edward squatted beside me on the rough concrete. He was holding a thermos of hot coffee. "Drink this. You're white as paper. Roman won't forgive me if you lose consciousness before tomorrow's confrontation with the Bear Clan."
I reached for the thermos, but the moment
