ROMAN'S P. O. V
I left her.
Forced my legs to walk away from her, even when my soul was trashing inside me, begging not to be separated from its mate.
It wasn't about me, it was about Calista. Giving her the power to make her choices, to come or stay.
She will come back home. I know she will.
She just needs time to say a proper goodbye.
“She will be back by tomorrow,” I muttered, walking out of the building and into the street where Alberto parked.
“She'll come,” I said again, trying to convince myself.
My fists balled. Callie was right here, and I was walking away. I walked away, leaving her behind a damn door with seven fúcking locks.
“What was I thinking? Fúck choices,” I cursed, already turning around to go back into the building when a familiar lock of blonde hair appeared in my peripheral vision.
“Roman!” He shouted.
“What?!” I thundered back, my chest heaving with heavy breaths.
I should have convinced her more. I didn't trust Joel; I knew he was her brother, but I wasn't su
