CHAPTER 157
KATYA POV
"Marina." The voice cut through the hallway like a blade.
She froze. So did I. Her head snapped up as if pulled by a string. Romeo stood at the far end of the hall.
No towel this time. Just black joggers hanging low on his hips, bare chest still faintly damp, his dark mask covering the upper half of his face.
The hallway lights caught on the hard lines of his shoulders, the rigid set of his posture. He wasn't rushing. He wasn't shouting. His expression blank.
That was what made it terrifying.
Marina slowly stood, backing away from me as though she'd only just remembered where she was.
What she was doing. Her earlier fury flickered—fractured—replaced by something tight and defensive.
I scrambled backward, palms slipping on the carpet as I pressed myself against my door, chest heaving, hands shaking so badly I had to curl them into fists to stop them from betraying me.
