Chapter Thirty-Four
A familiar figure emerged from the depths of the house. Where he’d been lurking was hard to say, though I doubt our party-crasher has been trying to disguise himself as a potted plant. Plus, the black combat-inspired ensemble did little to hide his hulking frame, as the light ricocheted off the gleam of his dome.
“Roman,” Mayer seethed. “About time you showed up.”
Tamryn and I frowned at each other, then watched the volley between the men. Roman kept his distance and his stance rigid. The bulge under his jacket suggested that he had no bones about changing that detail if the situation warranted it.
“What are you doing here?” The blackness of his eyes made it difficult to determine who he was directing the question toward, but it was Tamryn who responded.
“I should
