Roman POV
The city slipped behind me in a blur of streetlights and silence. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The engine purred like a beast beneath me, hungry, violent. Just like me.
Lana was staying in some rundown guesthouse on the outskirts a place people go to disappear. But she wasn’t disappearing fast enough.
She thought this was over.
She thought hurting Ariana was something she’d get away with.
The thought alone made my vision blur.
I kept seeing Ariana’s face.
The blood on her lip.
Her torn voice when she whispered she didn’t want to remember.
Her silence after the hospital.
The way she flinched when I touched her.
That wasn’t just pain. That was damage. Trauma etched into her bones.
And Lana smiled through it. Laughed, probably
