Chapter 145

The car wound through the tree-lined driveway leading to Roman's mansion, and I couldn't stop myself from checking the rearview mirror every few seconds. The headlights I'd spotted earlier had disappeared, but that did little to calm my nerves. If anything, their absence made me more anxious. Where had they gone? Had I imagined them?

I glanced at my driver through the mirror again. Marcus – or at least, that's what Roman had told me his name was – kept his eyes fixed steadily on the road ahead. He'd been my driver for the past few weeks since Alexander's reappearance yet we've barely said more than a few words to each other.

Suddenly I realized how little I actually knew about him. Had he always been this quiet? This... watchful?

My phone buzzed in my hand, making me jump. A text from Roman lit up the screen:

"Running late. Henderson's being difficult. Don't wait up for dinner - we'll talk when I get home. Lock the doors."

Lock the doors? My heart rate picked up. Roman had never told