Roman leaned back in his chair, his mother’s eyes piercing into his.
“I’m going to marry Tessa Quinn,” he said to Davin over the phone.
Silence hummed through the line, broken only by the faint tapping of Davin’s keyboard.
“Sir… are you sure?”
“Yes. Do what you need to do and no questions.”
“Understood, sir,” Davin said finally. “When should I have it ready?”
“By morning.” Roman’s tone sharpened. “And Davin—keep this between us. No leaks, no whispers. Not yet.”
“Of course.”
The call ended with a soft click. Roman set the phone down and exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. His reflection stared back at him from the window — cold, still, almost unrecognisable.
He’d lost Alec.
Grayson was getting closer.
And Tessa… Tessa was now the only piece left worth fighting for.
“This is not
