Chapter 8 A Tense Alliance

• Roman's POV
• The constant clicking of the clock was testing my patience in my studies. Sitting at the polished wood desk, I saw how thoughtfully every part of the room was set out. The soft glow of the chandelier cast a golden hue across the room, but it could not break the ice in my chest. Victor Carter was running late, and I was feeling less than usual.
• When the door creaked open, I clenched my jaw. “You are fifteen minutes late.”