LOGIN“Jace's not a threat.”“I didn’t say he was a threat,” he replied quietly. “I said I don’t trust him fully. There’s a difference.”“I trust him,” she said simply.Roman’s eyes sharpened at that, just a flicker, but he masked it with a slow exhale. “I’m aware.”“And if you don’t want me stressed…” she continued, sitting up straighter, the shift of her body catching his attention even when he tried not to show it, “then maybe you should team up with him.”Roman froze mid breath. “Excuse me?”“You heard me.” Elena’s tone turned taunting, soft but cutting. “If you want to track Vargo, Dante, or whoever else is out for your head, then training wheels won’t cut it. Use someone effective.”Roman stared, insult creeping into the edges of his composure. “Training wheels?”“Yes.” Elena nodded with a deadpan seriousness that absolutely wasn’t serious. “Because, let’s be honest…”She tipped her head, examining her husband like she was rating him on some invisible scoreboard.“…even at the very be
Roman’s thumb brushed her shoulder absently, almost like he didn’t realize he was touching her while his mind spun. Elena was quiet now, resting against him, but he could feel, literally feel how tense her breathing was. He could feel her heartbeat. And it wasn’t calm at all.He swallowed hard and finally spoke. “Elena… about my rules.”She stiffened slightly, and he felt it.Roman exhaled slowly. “I was a jerk.”Her head tilted up just enough for him to see the faint smirk she tried to hide.“Just now figuring that out, Thorne?”He huffed a dry laugh, but he didn’t let the moment slide.“No,” he murmured. “I’ve known. But I didn’t want to admit it.”She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Go on. This apology better be good.”Roman ignored the sarcasm, even though he felt it tug at the corner of his mouth.“I hated that you didn’t care about me,” he admitted. “I hated that you weren’t scared of me. That you didn’t try to impress me. That you weren’t like everyone else who kissed the grou
Elena didn’t know when the need hit her, only that it was sudden, sharp, and terrifyingly real.Roman kissed her again, slower this time, as if giving her room to change her mind.But she didn’t.She leaned in, fingers curling around his jaw, pulling him deeper.He felt it, her wanting.Her unguarded softness.Her surrender.And Roman, who had been holding himself back for days, finally broke.“Elena…” His voice was low, rough, almost a warning.She whispered back, breathless, “Don’t make me say it twice.”That was all it took.Roman’s restraint snapped.He guided her gently, carefully, toward the bed, his hands steady even though his body shook with the effort not to rush. Elena didn’t step away. Didn’t tease. Didn’t run.She followed his pull like she belonged there.When he reached for his shirt, she helped him, fingers brushing his skin, tentative at first, then bolder. His eyes darkened instantly. He watched her like she was something sacred and dangerous all at once.“Elena,”
“…The entire internet is blowing up,” he finally said, voice dropping. “Someone leaked Harrow’s crimes. All of them. With evidence.”Elena’s eyes widened, and for the first time in a while, she looked genuinely shocked.“That wasn’t me.”“I know,” he muttered under his breath before he could stop himself.Because now his brain was catching up.There was only one other person who had the skill.One person who was furious.One person with motive.One person with the emotional connection.Jace.Roman exhaled sharply. But Elena didn’t know yet.She merely stared at him, processing everything, confusion shifting into suspicion.“…So someone defended me?” she asked quietly.Roman swallowed.“Yes.”“And you thought it was me.”He closed his eyes.“…Yes.”Elena leaned back against the pillow, expression unreadable.Outside, the storm raged.Neither spoke.Roman’s heartbeat was a riot.Elena’s mind was a mess.And between them hung the truth neither of them knew how to touch.Elena sat there,
Jace posts the final blow.He hesitated before the last upload. This one… This one could start a war if anyone suspected it came from him or Elena.It was the reason she accepted the contract.A girl. Sixteen.Found dead two years ago.Case dismissed as “suicide.”The file showed Harrow’s involvement, and the threats he sent the girl’s grieving brother.Jace clenched his jaw.“She deserved justice. Elena did it for her.”He leaked it.And the internet exploded. THE WORLD TURNS. Every news outlet that had mourned the councilman began backtracking.Every reporter who had called Elena a monster… fell silent.People started demanding:“Why wasn’t this investigated?”“Why was Harrow protected?”“Who covered this up?”Jace watched the chaos unfold, heart pounding.He didn’t expose Elena. He didn’t expose himself. But he exposed the monster that everyone had painted as a saint.He leaned back, chest tight.“Let the world burn,” he whispered. “But not her. Never her.”Finally, people were st
Roman leaned on the table, breathing hard through his nose.“She was attacked. She almost died. We almost died. And before she’s even healed, these idiots think they can sit behind screens and accuse my wife of murder?”His voice dropped to a cold whisper. “Not while I’m breathing.”Hale stood stiff, waiting for more instructions.Roman straightened, shoulders still tense. “And Hale, this is not a request. This is an order.”“Yes, sir.”Roman pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his chest to steady.He wasn’t doing this for appearances.Not anymore.He was doing it because...Because the thought of Elena hearing these accusations made his stomach twist.Because the way she had collapsed earlier haunted him.Because even when she pushed him away… even when she pretended she didn’t care… he knew she was hurting.And somewhere beneath all the anger, the frustration, the confusion...He cared too damn much.He needed to clear his head before going back to her… or he would crumble the s







