64. RomanI drove in silence.Tiana sat rigid in the passenger seat, arms wrapped around herself, staring out the window. Tear tracks still marked her cheeks. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and the bite. Every few minutes she shifted, as if the confined space of the car was too much. I kept both hands on the wheel and my eyes on the road. The taste of her blood and mine still lingered on my tongue.The gates of the villa opened automatically. I parked, killed the engine, and got out. She did not move. I walked around, opened her door, and waited.“Get out.”She looked up at me, eyes red-rimmed and defiant. “You can’t just…”“Get out of the car, Tiana.”She stepped out. The moment her feet touched the ground I closed the door, took her wrist, and led her inside. The villa was dark except for the low lights that came on automatically. I did not turn on more. I walked her straight through the living room, up the stairs, and into the master bedroom. The door shut behind us with a sol
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