I felt the piece of bandage across my cheek, like I’d been doing for the past two days. Since Herrera and I had gone physical in Roman’s study, since Carmen had taken me into her room to stitch me up.
I was still very confused.
I was no longer at the safehouse, but I still felt caged and unable to breathe. I had a feeling something was coming, something I wasn’t quite prepared for. I hadn’t seen Herrera since the fight, and maybe that was a good sign.
But my entire head was screaming otherwise.
Roman and I were still walking on eggshells around each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. But the weight of our last conversation hung cruelly in the air, our words eating away at our insides.
But today was going to be different. Today, I was going to barge into his room and
