“We have to figure this out,” I said to Roman, grabbing his hand and leading him up the steps toward Kylo’s packhouse.
From his intense, lingering scent on the sidewalk, he had to be here, and we couldn’t wait much longer to hear from Raj. I needed to do my own investigating.
“This isn’t the way to do it,” Roman said, tightening his fingers around mine.
“Do you have another suggestion?” I stared up at Kylo’s door, my stomach in knots. When Roman didn’t answer me, I lifted my fist and knocked on the door. “I’m sorry, Roman, but this needs to be handled as quickly as possible. We don’t have another way right now. When we do, we will—”
The door swung open, and Kylo stood in front of us with his hair disheveled.
I gave him a small smile and released Roman’s hand, stepping closer to him. “
