“What?” I repeated, feeling betrayed.
Immediately, I jumped out of bed, straightened the duvet out of habit and paced around the room. I decided I was going to leave, I didn’t want to see him. I wasn’t interested in seeing his smug face.
Why was I in his room anyway? It had to be some kind of mistake.
I adjusted the length of my gown, gave the room one last look and headed for the door. But as I reached out to grab the handle, the door popped open. Roman walked in, still in a complete suit. His tie hung loose beneath his neck, his eyes heavy. I stopped.
“Where are you going, Alexandra?”
The sound of his voice echoed, like we were somehow in a cave or an abandoned island. Just us two, alone. Stranded.
“I’m leaving.” I said, willing my legs to move.
“You can’t.” He almost yelled. His
