Tessa paced around the large bedroom, her eyes brushing past the golden curtains and high ceiling. She had never seen a room so big, so extravagant, yet none of it mattered. Not the marble floors, not the dim light fixtures.
All she could think about was him. Roman.
Why had he brought her here? Why lock her inside a room like some secret he was ashamed of? He claimed it was for her safety, but what kind of safety came with silence, no answers, and four guarded walls?
And his mother? Why was she so nice to her? What had Roman told her to make her believe they meant something to each other?
She ran a hand through her hair, frustration simmering beneath her skin. Every second without answers chewed the calmness inside of her.
Then she heard it—a sound.
Footsteps, heavy and uneven. Echoi
