Roman didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Grayson’s presence was a poison in the room, but Roman’s eyes were locked on her.

“Tessa,” he repeated, voice low and protective.

“Come here.”

Tessa stood still. Not shaking and not crying.

Just… still.

Grayson leaned against the railing behind her, hands in his pockets, smirking like this was entertainment.

Roman took a step forward.

“I said, come h—”

“Stop talking to me like you own me.”

Tessa’s voice cut through him.

Roman froze. Brows slowly drawing together, confusion slicing through the calm.

“Tessa,” he said softer, “I don’t know what I’ve done now—”

“No.” She stepped toward him. “Of course, you don’t...