“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Brooding Thundercloud himself,” Lena drawls, her voice dripping with amusement as Roman steps further into the kitchen.
Roman doesn’t flinch. He just tilts his head. “Lena Ross,” he says, his voice deep and velvety. “You’re still alive. Pity.”
Roman is not a fan of Lena. Not exactly. He’s not a fan of anyone, to be honest. But he’s always been uncomfortable with the fact that Lena knows our secret.
She was hand-picked by Maximus to be my nurse and therapist, and Maximus trusts her with everything.
And yeah, so do I.
Lena smirks, raising her wine glass toward him. “Don’t worry, I’m only in your lovely mansion for tonight. I’ll be so gone tomorrow, it will be like I was never here.”
My head whips to face her. “You never told me that.”
She shrugs. “I was going to
