Chapter 20
Lyra
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, and I stirred, running a hand through my tangled hair as I slowly woke up. Still half-asleep, I clipped my hair back messily, my mind not quite caught up with the day yet. That’s when I caught it—a scent. Familiar, but not one I was used to.
Roman.
I froze, and reality rushed back in a wave. My heart thumped erratically as I glanced around. The red-and-white Valentine's-themed room served as a stark reminder of the strange situation I’d landed myself in.
Roman Lennox, my contracted fiancé, had slept in the same bed as me last night.
I quickly turned to my side, and my breath hitched when I realized he wasn’t there. Instead, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. My eyes darted to the closed door, and I
