Flora placed a small bowl of steaming tomato soup in front of Rose. It was hands down one of the most comforting foods to her.
She shot her a grateful look. And with eyes full of tears, she told her sweetly, “Thank you, Flora.”
“Don’t mention it, dear,” she retorted softly.
Rose blew on the spoonful of tomato soup, and then reveled in the taste.
She felt cared for. She felt loved. And most importantly, she felt safe.
She might be in one of the most dangerous places in the city, but she was with the man who never failed to show up… Indeed, Roman had made sure time and time again to protect her.
He might not love her. He might be only acting out of a sense of duty, and some obsession-driven desire to protect… but he was all she had then.
A text soon arrived, and Rose checked it withou
