Chapter 281

• Beth
• I was supposed to be resting. That was the instruction Zade had given me—firmly, like I was some fragile thing. But the idea of lying in bed while he was downstairs, planning God-knows-what with Roman, wasn’t going to fly. Especially not when I knew something was brewing. Zade’s silence all morning, his clipped movements, the kiss he pressed to my temple that lasted just a second too long—something was coming.
• I made my way downstairs, barefoot, and stopped just outside the office door when I heard Roman’s voice.