The SUV screeched to a stop in the hospital parking lot.

Roman killed the engine and leaned back, pressing his palm to his forehead.

The silence inside the car was sharp enough to draw blood.

Then he exhaled. “It’s been one hell of a night.”

“You can say that,” Alec replied dryly.

“I still can’t believe Klara’s gone.” Roman said, as he turned toward him.

Alec shifted in his seat. “Yeah. Shocker.”

“I didn’t even get the chance to talk to her,” Roman continued. “About what she did to Tessa… or you.”

Alec said nothing.

Roman noticed — and pushed anyway. “Alec… there’s something I need to know.”

“Damn it,...