EVE
Turns out the address Roman gave the driver wasn't taking us home—it was leading us to a restaurant.
I stared out the window, nerves twisting in my stomach. Being out in public with him felt strange—dangerous even. He was still my sister's fiancé. And yet, here I was, sitting beside him, pretending this was normal. Pretending we were allowed.
When the car finally slowed, I looked up. The building was sleek and dimly lit, the kind of place that whispered money without trying. The name The Opium shimmered faintly in gold lettering by the door. I'd heard of it. The kind of restaurant that had its own waiting list just to get a reservation.
"You've got to be kidding," I muttered under my breath.
Roman glanced over, one eyebrow raised. "You don't like it?"
I forced a sma
