Roman’s smile froze mid-breath as the scream tore through the ballroom.For half a second, no one moved. The applause died unevenly, confusion rippling across faces.Roman’s eyes drifted instinctively toward the staircase.He saw the blood first.A dark, spreading stain against the gold marble floor—too much, too vivid to belong in a room like this.Then he saw her.Tessa lay at the bottom of the stairs, twisted unnaturally, her red dress soaked darker, her body terrifyingly still.Roman’s breath punched out of him.“No—”The glass slipped from his hand and shattered against the podium. The sound barely registered.He was already moving—jumping down from the stage, shoving past stunned guests, ignoring the hands reaching for him, the voices calling his name.“Tessa!”He dropped to his knees beside her, gathering her into his arms. Her body was limp. Too limp.“No, no, no,” he choked, cradling her head against his chest. “Tessa—open your eyes. Wake up. Please, wake up.”Her skin was co
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