Morning brought no relief.
The gray light pouring through the penthouse windows only illuminated what Tessa had spent years trying not to think about. She was back. Back inside the place Roman called a fortress and she remembered as the beginning of her personal hell.
After Leo left for breakfast under Edward’s watchful supervision, an uneasy silence settled over the living room.
Roman stood near the windows with his hands shoved into his pockets.
The top button of his white shirt was undone, and for a brief, unwanted moment he looked exactly as he had four years ago.
The resemblance made her stomach tighten.
Neither of them spoke for several minutes.
The city stretched endlessly beyond the glass, but neither seemed capable of looking away from the ghosts standing between them.
Fin
