The moonlight shone through the windows of Blackwood Mansion, leaving streaks of silver across the marble floors.
“Roman! Tessa! Where are you two? The car’s out front!” Salima’s voice echoed through the hall as she padded down the corridor in her nightgown, her slippers flapping against the ground.
Outside, Roman leaned against the car, the low hum of the engine filling the quiet night. His sunglasses were on despite the darkness, his jaw set in that controlled, unreadable way he always wore when something was bothering him.
“You good?” he asked, glancing at Tessa as she adjusted the strap of her bag, avoiding his gaze.
“Yes, I am.” She exhaled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I should be asking you though—you’ve been seething all day.” A small smirk tugged at h
