“Roman, move!” Tessa snapped. “Don’t let me repeat it.”

“I’m not letting you go.”

“I said move!” She shoved at him, fists pounding his chest. “Get out of my way, Roman—move!”

“Tessa, stop it.” He caught her wrists mid-swing, pinning them together with ease. “Stop it please.”

“No…” She twisted, voice breaking. “Let me go! Leave me!”

Roman’s jaw tightened. “You’re not leaving like this.”

Her breath hitched as he lifted her effortlessly, his hands steady but careful, as if he was terrified she might break apart. She kicked, pushed, hit — all the anger she had left poured into him — but he took it, every blow, every curse,...