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Chapter 46

Roman's POV

The city looked like it was holding its breath.

Even through the tinted glass, I could see the moon misting against the neon-lit avenues, the kind that made everything look a little too cinematic, too staged, too much like the prelude to something bad.

Maybe that’s what paranoia does, it turns a harmless car ride into a scene from a thriller.

I didn’t even know where Roman was taking me. That was the problem.

He hadn’t said much since I got into the car. Just one look, one subtle nod toward the passenger seat, and that was enough to make my legs move before my brain could stage a protest.

The car, some black, sleek, unapologetically expensive machine that smelled of leather and power, purred down the street like it owned the night.

He didn’t drive fast, which somehow made it worse. He was calm, calculated, and maddeningly unreadable.

My pulse wasn’t so composed.

It was jumping jacks in my throat.

What if he’