Roman didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
Grayson’s presence was a poison in the room, but Roman’s eyes were locked on her.
“Tessa,” he repeated, voice low and protective.
“Come here.”
Tessa stood still. Not shaking and not crying.
Just… still.
Grayson leaned against the railing behind her, hands in his pockets, smirking like this was...