Chapter 81

The car ride home felt like she was suffocating slowly. 

Every red light stretched out what she knew was coming. Roman was like a dog with a bone.

Blair could feel his eyes on her. It made her hands clenched in her lap. She felt the need to fill the silence. 

“That was a nice evening,” she said, tight and way too casual.

“Was it?” Roman didn’t turn and look at her but kept his eyes on the road. He sounded chill, but she knew that voice. “Because you looked like you wanted to kill someone the last two hours.”

Her stomach twisted. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t you?”

It wasn’t the words—it was how he said them. It made her skin crawl in a way she hated, like he already knew the answer and was just waiting for her to admit it.

Roman pulled into the driveway and shut the car off, but neither of them moved. The silence was thick, stretching long enough to feel like it might snap.

“Blair.” His voice was quiet, low, but not sof