Roman’s POV
Four days.
It had been four days without her, and I was unraveling one second at a time.
I hadn’t eaten. Couldn’t sleep. My whole body felt like it was vibrating, wired with fury and fear and something even darker helplessness.
That wasn’t something I was used to feeling.
Not me.
Not Roman Sinclair.
I knew how to win. How to destroy. How to control.
But nothing I’d learned could help me now, because the one person I needed to protect was gone, and the worst part?
I had no one to blame but myself.
I should’ve never let her go alone.
I should’ve told her to come over.
I should’ve f*****g been there.
Her cracked phone sat in the passenger seat. I hadn’t let go of it since I found it, as if it could somehow lead me back to her.
Blood was dried on the corner of the cas
