Roman’s POV.
The elevator dropped like a stone, the numbers on the digital display blurring as we plummeted toward the basement. I didn't let go of Sloane’s hand. I could feel her pulse jumping against my thumb, a frantic, rhythmic ticking that told me she was seconds away from a total meltdown.
I looked at the screen of my phone again. Check the trunk.
My jaw was so tight it felt like it might c***k. I knew every inch of that garage. I had four security teams stationed at every exit. I had sensors that could detect a stray cat in the ventilation shafts. And yet, someone had gotten to my car. Someone had walked through my kingdom and left a calling card.
"Roman, what was in the text?" Sloane asked. Her voice was thin, almost translucent. She was looking at me with those wide blue eyes
