Roman did not return until midnight.
He walked into the room, his face was a mask of control, but I knew him well enough to see the fury simmering beneath the surface. His eyes, normally so calculating, were edged with a weariness I hadn’t seen before.
He was furious.
He was fighting every bone in his body to not lash out, to not break down. He had to stay focused, he had to stay composed enough to lead his men—and me, into the lion’s den.
I was already dressed in all black. The black long sleeve top I’d been wearing, paired with cargo pants and black boots. I was ready, Matteo even gave me a holster to keep a gun, if I was handed one.
“You’re awake,” he said, closing the door behind him. His hard exterior loosened up a little, and he forced a smile.
“I heard….” The words were just a
